After Su Piaoxu died of love, the escort agency was handed over to his uncle Su Xuecheng.

Feng Qingcheng's deep pupils changed into different shades, but his expression was temporarily elusive.

He walked to the counter silently, lowered his eyes and looked at the man's burden: "The boss lady seems to know the head of the wardrobe?"

The boss's wife's breath suddenly stagnated, as if she was intuitive. She let the Buddha in the ink color and saw a sharp light.

"I'm not very familiar with each other... I'm just a neighbor..." The boss's eyes flashed, and it was obvious that he was avoiding Feng Qingcheng's gaze.

"The neighbors don't think they are ordinary neighbors..." Feng Qingcheng signaled Hailan to take out a ingot of silver and slowly placed it on the counter: "Is it easy for the boss to speak with one step?"

The boss's lips twitched quietly, his eyes fell on the silver ingot, and he finally sighed quietly.

"What do you want to ask about Miss Five?"

"The supervisor said just now that he has not paid his salary for a year... I wonder if he did not pay it, or if everyone has not paid it?"

The boss's wife slowly pushed the silver back and lowered her eyes and said, "If the fifth lady is willing, it would be better to go to a dilapidated temple outside the city to see it, and naturally she will know..."

"Hailan... takes one hundred taels to this boss lady. Please hand over the money to the supervisor..." Feng Qingcheng's eyebrows were not easy to detect, and his smile was calm: "The boss lady won't refuse to do such a small favor, right?"

The boss's wife looked a little weird, and she stuttered: "Why didn't Miss Fifth give it to him personally? It would also make him remember such a friendship..."

"It's me, Feng Qingcheng, who should remember his friendship..." Feng Qingcheng's fingertips slowly passed by the bag: "It seems that he has paid more for our Feng family in the end..."

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In the dilapidated temple outside the city, it has been the residence of beggars and wanderers since ancient times.

Although during the day, all beggars are working hard for a day's livelihood, there are also beggars who have to stay in this dilapidated temple.

Before I reached the door, a foul stinking came to my nose.

Looking at the garbage everywhere and piles of flies and mosquitoes, Hailan quietly grabbed Feng Qingcheng's sleeve.

"Miss, it's so dirty here...why should I stay here, let me go in and take a look?"

"It's okay..." Feng Qingcheng slowly walked past a pile of garbage indifferently, without any discomfort at all.

"The boss lady obviously had something to say, but she was afraid of being too crowded and didn't want to cause any trouble, so she let us come here to investigate..."

Her eyes were cold and boundless, as if it was an invincible black hole, directly devouring the dirty and messy temple.

"I just don't know what she really wants us to come here to see?"

The walls of the ruined temple have collapsed halfway, and the plaque at the door has long disappeared, and there is only a half-mountain breaking door like a fence blew over as the wind blew, making a howling sound.
Chapter completed!