"Cousin, don't worry. I won't act rashly. I'll have to trouble you to give these to my uncle." Ning Xueyan opened the small bag in her hand, took out a few outdated pieces of paper, and handed them to Ming Yuanhua. There was a hint of hatred in her eyes. This was the reason why she had deliberately asked Ming Yuanhua for help today.

"What's this?" Ming Yuanhua asked, while opening the papers. The smile on his face froze, and the corners of his eyes twitched. He looked a bit more ...