Yang Qinglan took out six information booklets from the storage bag and handed them to him.
"Six booklets, eighteen days," Li Changzhou released his sister, pressing one hand against her face as if she were oil smoke drifting by and gently pushed her away.
Li Qianxia, like a helium balloon that must stick to the ceiling, clung back to him, hugging his wrist.
Li Changzhou flipped through the information booklets and roughly understood the things that had happened on Earth during this time.
"The Earth's main company?" He chuckled, "Not bad."
While he was reading the information, Yang Qinglan sized him up, "How are you?"
"Great, finally have a feeling that all my money is under my control, don't have to give my sister stuff like this anymore."
"Huh?" the sister in question looked up, "Li Changzhou, say that again?"
Li Changzhou sighed, "Clinging to me like this, do you want something again? I'll have you know, I only have 230 yuan, the balance is exactly what you told me."
