My little mom is the richest man

"It's true, Uncle Ye, I'm here to beg you to help me this time, I have a little trouble."

"Help you, what's the matter with you?" Ye Jian looked at Jun Riyue suspiciously. Under his influence, Xiaoyue was not a person who easily asked others for help, just like back then, even if he wanted to help her. She refused again and again.

Had it not been for Ye Jian to use her dead father as an excuse to tide over her difficulties in the end, maybe there would be no Jun Riyue's current situation.

"That's it, Mu Xue, do you know that."

"I know, that little girl is just like you. What's wrong? She has an accident?"