With a cup of warm water in hand, Bei Chenlin glanced at Wang Zhuangui and the servants beside him. With a casual wave of his hand, a pile of silver bills was stuffed into Wang Zhuangui's bosom.,You Changyuan sniffed the air, catching a faint whiff of the unmistakable smell of kerosene after it had burned.,Beichen Lin gently put Yun An'an down, carefully tucking the blanket around her.。