"Aunt Wang, please don't get worked up yet." Lu Chen steadied her and soothed her gently. "Don't worry, I promise I'll handle this!"
"Really? Thank you so much, Xiao Chen!" Aunt Wang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and hurriedly pulled a wad of cash from her pocket. "There's ten thousand here. Take it first. If it's not enough, Aunt Wang will find a way to get more later."
Lu Chen laughed. "Aunt Wang, what are you doing? We're neighbors in the same complex—how could I take your money? Besides, money from the living world can't be spent down there."
After a pause, he asked, "By the way, what's Uncle Wang's full name?"
"Wang Shufa! Wang as in tree, Shufa as in getting rich!"
Lu Chen nodded. "All right, I've got it. I'll head up first. My parents are still waiting for me."
"All right, all right. Take care."
Lu Chen passed through the crowd and walked straight into the apartment building, faintly hearing the neighbors talking behind him.
"Xiao Chen is such a good kid."
"Exactly. Young people who are both capable and warmhearted are really rare these days."
"Rare? There aren't any at all!"
Hearing that, Lu Chen took a deep breath as he walked, secretly thinking, This is spreading even faster than I expected... Looks like the time has come to put funeral money and underworld supplies on the market.
Lu Chen planned to ask his father how many cases like Aunt Wang's there were in the complex.
When he pushed open the front door, the sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen, and the air was filled with the fragrance of food.
Checking the time, it was already around six in the evening.
This was the taste of home~
"I'm back!"
"Son?" Hearing