"Okay, I understand. Just remember to deliver it on time tomorrow."

"Hey, I understand. Don't worry, I won't make a mistake in keeping it."

The caretaker warned with a smile, took the fresh mugwort and bamboo leaves that Song Zhiwei brought out, and watched her go away.

After the matter was done, Song Zhiwei held the fluttering note in her pocket, her face flushed with excitement. This was not a note, it was all money.

Go home and show it to Fu Chen, blind him, ...