The man didn't hesitate, walked over, and placed his share on the table, aligning it neatly with the envelopes of his brothers.
"Don't be so serious, a will, you never know how many times it's been written, each time can't be taken too seriously!"
Ling Ye couldn't stand the somber seriousness of his brothers, chuckled and said.
The other three smiled faintly.
A sign of agreement.
Han Luoli clasped the remaining envelope in his pocket with his long fingers. This was Xiao Er's will, and he hesitated whether to place it here. He pondered for a long time but ultimately didn't take it out.
Ai Le accompanied Old Mrs. Han and Old Mr. Han in the living room, gently comforting them from time to time.
The faces of the two elders were haggard at this time, clearly having been affected today; they now need proper rest, as they were overly worried about Han Luoli and Xiao Er, persevering until now.
Ai Le felt very distressed watching them.
