Upon hearing this, An Yan didn't look angry at all. Instead, she raised the corner of her mouth and said with a smile, "Who said I have no evidence? Could it be that both of you are old now? You even forgot what you have done?"

Before An Jiamin and his wife could react, An Yan took out a small stack of yellowed paper from the middle of the notebook.

Seeing this, An Jiamin's eyelids twitched and suddenly had a bad premonition.

An Yan noticed An Jiamin's expression changed, and his smile became brighter. "Uncle, do these notes look familiar? Do I want me to recall it for you?"

"No need!" An Jiamin suddenly became dark and replied gritting his teeth.

Cao Xiuzhen frowned and looked back and forth at her uncle and nephew in confusion. She didn't know what the mystery they were fighting, but she subconsciously knew that the dead girl must be not a good thing.

"Damn girl, give me the book!"

As he said that, Cao Xiuzhen suddenly rushed towards An Yan, trying to snatch the notebook and completely destroy it.

This notebook cannot be kept, otherwise it will be the biggest stain on their family, and it will even be a dark history that cannot be looked back on. Especially now, her daughter is going to marry into a wealthy family, and she cannot let anyone catch any handle in their family.

An Yan had been on guard against the couple for a long time. When Cao Xiuzhen rushed over, her body immediately dodged and avoided it. However, her right foot moved slowly, so due to Cao Xiuzhen's inertia, the person did not fall down, but was tripped and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ah~!"

Cao Xiuzhen fell to the ground without any warning. She grinned in pain, and her expression was even more ferocious and ugly. She supported the ground with both hands, turned her head with anger, and stared at An Yan fiercely.

"Damn girl! How dare you trip me with your feet? Let's see how I deal with you."

Cao Xiuzhen quickly got up, trying to teach An Yan a lesson, but was pulled by An Jiamin, which made her even more angry.

"An Jiamin, why are you holding me? Didn't you see how that dead girl tripped me just now? Let go! If I don't teach her a lesson today, she is afraid she doesn't know what elders and seniority are. Let me go..."

"Stop making trouble, that girl is holding our IOU!" An Jiamin held his wife and whispered in front of her.

Upon hearing this, Cao Xiuzhen was stunned and asked with a confused look on her face, "IOU? What IOU? When did our family make an IOU with them?"

"IOU is an IOU. What else can it be? Today we can't get the secret recipe. Stop making trouble. Hurry up and get the matter home."

An Jiamin asked his wife about her questioning, and his eyes dodged slightly. At this moment, he wished he had never been here.

"What the hell is going on? When did you ask your elder brother to write IOU? Why don't I know? Why did you ask your elder brother to write IOU?"

Cao Xiuzhen noticed something was wrong, and ignored the lesson of An Yan, and caught her own man and kept asking the reason.

After all, every time they go to my elder brother’s house to fight Qiufeng, the couple comes to the house together, and every time they cry and make a fuss, they can achieve their goal without any effort.

So, how did these IOU come from?

An Jiamin whispered in a harsh manner, "Is it time to pursue this? Let's solve the problem in front of you first. You can't let that dead girl keep those things, otherwise where will we put our face in the future?"
Chapter completed!