"It's you who killed my mother!" cried Charlotte hysterically.

　　KeLaosi's face was full of gloom. "Your mother is just a hostess. Letting her marry into the family will only disgrace KeLaosi. You should be glad that you didn't throw her away at that time."

　　She stared at him fiercely, wiped her tears and rushed out regardless of the number 37 or twenty-one.

　　KeLaosi rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. Then he looked at the news broadcast in the living room. The host announced the situation that the profit of several major brands under the name of "Willo" group was declining.

　　He turned off the TV irritably.

　　At this time, NiKeer came in...