"Don't forget to notify us when the time comes," Yu Zhi said, seeming to be influenced by the warmth emanating from him, her lips curving into an increasingly gentle smile.
"That's something I definitely won't forget," Ming Fu set down his teacup.
He hesitated for a moment before taking out a document folder, a deep blue box, and a letter from his backpack.
First, he opened the folder, taking out its contents one by one and handing them to the young woman.
"These are the will Wen Renche made previously and the property transfer documents. The few sheets at the very bottom are all of his bank cards."
At the mention of Wen Renche, a trace of pain flickered across Ming Fu's eyes, and his expression grew considerably heavier.
"When did Ah-Che draft this will?" Yu Zhi's grip on the documents tightened.
She roughly glanced through the will and property transfer papers, feeling a twinge of unease deep in her heart.
