"Auntie, we know what you mean." Coldly speaking, Nuo forced himself to bear the great sadness in his heart, tried to keep the smile on his face, took the document bag from the tea group and put it in Han Sifeng's hand, "we don't want these things. I'm not with Chen for his money. I'm willing to give birth to his children, and don't want any compensation."

Han Sifeng smiled and looked at the face as peaceful as a porcelain doll. He paused for a few seconds and glanced at the house. "This house is sent by Jichen. The hotel is also sent by Jichen. All of your family are...