Find out the He family of the Feng family, as well as all the business partners, and the industries under them, and try to find out what traps Feng Han will lay, waiting for Feng Han's father to take the bait.

Of course, don't forget to sprinkle a lot of money and let people follow Feng Han to see what he is still ready to do.

After doing all this.

Si Yiren found a very serious problem.

She's out of money.

…… Si Yi, who was biting the milkshake and listening to Mother Feng's words, blinked his eyes and asked the system:

"How do you make money?"

【…… I don't know? 】

The corners of the system's mouth twitched, and he said a little depressed:

[If you hadn't destroyed my system mall, maybe I could still redeem my points for you, but now, hehe-]

"You're too crispy, do you blame me?"

The artist who doesn't take the blame has a serious slap in the system.

The qi system grinds its teeth and the villain, secretly cursing.

Can't make money! Can't make money! Curse Si Ruan, a dead woman, who will never earn money!

Hum~

"-Shushu, what do you want to eat at night? Mom did it for you? ”

The gentle and gentle Mother Feng really spoiled Feng Mingshu to the bones.

When he speaks, his eyes are full of pampered soft colors, which makes people feel close and warm.

However, Si Yi blinked and said slowly:

"Everything."

Hey?

Feng's mother also blinked.

Is her daughter ready to be a picky eater today?

Is it possible to forget about picky eating?

What's the matter?

Is it serious again?

Mother Feng was scared out of a cold sweat, but she tried to calm herself down and said with a smile:

"Okay, then mom makes all the food you like on weekdays, can you pick and choose to eat?"

"Hmm."

Si Yiyi nodded in the expression of Feng's mother who wanted to speak and stopped.

Feng's mother tugged in her heart, but nodded with a smile, stood up, and touched her head.

"Then when your mother cooks and calls you, will you sleep for a while?"

"Hmm."

The master artist, who really looks like a good baby, keeps nodding.

But Feng's mother was scared enough, so she hurried to find Feng's father, asked him to find a doctor, and then gave her baby a look.

This has only been improving recently, but don't go back again!

That damn Feng Han! It's all his fault!

As soon as he appears, her baby has a problem, damn it!

Feng's mother, who hated and cursed Feng Han, didn't feel that she was in trouble at all.

After all, the way her baby is now is caused by Feng Han's dead boy!

And, after drinking the milkshake, the artist took a picture album from the bookshelf and read it there.

The corners of her mouth twitched, a little speechless.

[No, host, aren't you short of money? I don't want to make money at this time, what kind of picture books do I read? 】

"There's no hurry."

The old god's chattering Si Yi blinked.

"We'll see tomorrow."

【…… What to see? 】

"Hmm—eliminate evil and promote good?"

[Speak human words! 】

"You'll find out tomorrow."

Hey? Has this host learned to sell off?

The system pouted and continued to prick the little man.

Following.

As soon as I arrived on the set, I saw countless reporters gathered around the periphery and looked inside.

But when they saw the master artist who got off the RV, everyone's eyes lit up.

But as soon as they thought of the iron bump before, their expressions were distorted, and no one dared to step forward.

The little assistant snickered a few times and muttered:

"It's the first time I've seen these entertainers so 'well-behaved'—"

Isn't it just good?

One by one, they all wanted to rush up and ask questions regardless of it.