And... he's quite ill!
You think you can just make a random phone call, kill someone, and get a check for fifty million? You think this is some kind of spy movie?!
They certainly couldn't believe that Yang Feng's phone call was real, because it was simply unrealistic.
Yang Feng was unaware that he was now being treated as a lunatic by the passengers on the bus, some of whom even suggested he call a mental hospital.
When they arrived at the bus stop in the ordinary neighborhood, Yang Feng opened his eyes and got off the bus amidst the strange looks from the other passengers.
"Why are these people looking at me like I'm a rare animal?" Yang Feng muttered to himself as he stood at the bus stop, watching the departing bus.
After a moment, Yang Feng glanced at the pitch-black night sky, habitually took out Fourteen from his pocket, and slowly walked towards the Ordinary Residential Area. A wisp of white smoke drifted by and then disappeared completely.
Soon they arrived at the front door of the house. Before they could even take out their keys, the door suddenly opened, and a cute little head popped out, with two long scorpion braids on it.
"Brother, you're back?!"
Yang Lianqing jumped out and grabbed Yang Feng's arm with both hands, looking very surprised.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you so agitated?"
Yang Feng put on a kind smile, gently stroked his younger sister's fair nose with his finger, and asked.
"You're the one who's crazy! You were taken away by the police, do you know how panicked I was? I just called my mom!"
Yang Lianqing rolled her eyes at Yang Feng and said irritably.
"You called Mom?!" Yang Feng frowned and questioned.
"No, I almost called my mom, but I was afraid she would worry, so I didn't."
Yang Lianqing shook her head and said.
"That's good, otherwise, I'd make you regret it."
Yang Feng glared fiercely at his younger sister, pinching her delicate face hard with his large hand.
"Stop pinching my cheeks! They're all swollen from your pinching!"
Yang Lianqing shook off his large hand and ran home.
"That's great!" Yang Feng watched his younger sister skip and hop back home, a faint smile on his face, as he walked towards the house.
If Hengqing and his group were here right now, they would be extremely surprised. Is this... still the Grim Reaper, the God of Slaughter?!
Stepping into the house, looking at the neat and clean living room, Yang Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of satisfaction. This little girl is quite capable, keeping the house so clean.
"Brother, have you had dinner yet? I can't finish the burger I ordered for delivery."
Yang Lianqing took the KFC bag, placed it on the table, and then said:
"I'm on a diet recently, so I only ate a few bites. There's still a lot left, and it's still warm. You should eat it quickly."
Yang Feng smiled, nodded slightly, took out a hamburger with several chips from the packaging bag, and couldn't help but complain:
"Are you sure you ate this? It looks like it was bitten by a rat, like it was gnawed by a rat."
"You're the rat! Eat it or don't, it's up to you. If you don't want it, just throw it away, hmph!"
Yang Lianqing's beautiful eyes widened slightly as she stared at Yang Feng and spoke angrily.
"How can we throw them away? Every grain of rice on the plate represents hard work."
Yang Feng laughed even more heartily and began to eat the steamed buns in big bites.
"I'm ignoring you. I'll eat the fries by myself. You can't eat them."
As she spoke, her younger sister magically produced a small bag of fries from the bag. She turned and tossed a beautiful yet youthful silhouette to Yang Feng.
After finishing the hamburger, Yang Feng still felt very hungry, so he cooked himself a large bowl of longevity noodles, and his appetite seemed to have increased a lot.
"belch……"
Finally, Yang Feng leaned back comfortably in his chair and let out a satisfied burp.
“Brother…” Yang Lianqing tiptoed out of the room, her hands seemingly holding something tightly behind her back.
"You little mouse, what are you up to now? Sneaking around like that, what's that in your hand?" Yang Feng asked, a toothpick dangling from his mouth and a slight brow furrowing.
"There's nothing much, just this. Could you sign it for me? Hehe."
Yang Lianqing took out several stacked A4 sheets of white paper from behind her and placed them in front of Yang Feng, then put down the water-based pen and said.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 146 Live Streaming Contract
Holding a stack of A4 white paper, Yang Feng frowned, glanced coldly at his nervous younger sister standing beside him, and said in a deep voice:
"I won't help you sign this contract, so forget about it. I've already gone to the limit by letting you use my phone to do live streaming. You're still planning to sign with a live streaming platform? I won't allow that."
"Why? There are so many benefits to signing a contract. For example, they will help me promote my work, and many more people will be able to watch my live streams. Then I can make lots and lots of money. Isn't that great, brother? Please!"
Yang Lianqing pouted her little mouth, her delicate hands tightly wrapped around her brother's arm, swaying back and forth, and said in a sweet, soft voice.
"Money? You don't need to worry about money anymore. I'll earn it. Just tell me what you want, and I'll buy it for you. But there's one thing I won't allow."