Yue Qingqing vaguely sensed that the cycle of cause and effect in this world is very smooth.
Even without the Heavenly Dao, it seems that people always end up reaping what they sow.
Even though she was involved in most of these matters, the final outcomes were not entirely within her expectations.
No wonder there's a saying that "Three feet above one's head there are deities," it seems that one really shouldn't do anything to burden their conscience.
The matter of the Li Family was something Yue Qingqing heard about but didn't pay much attention to.
Yet, the day before the Lunar New Year, she received a call from Ding Xiulan.
"Qingqing, it's me, Ding Xiulan."
The old lady's voice was weary, quite different from the assertiveness Yue Qingqing had heard before.
Apparently, all sorts of messy affairs had left her helpless and overwhelmed, and she had lost her initial vigor.
Yue Qingqing didn't hang up and politely asked, "Ms. Ding, what can I do for you?"
