I've Already Confronted the Five Kage, and the System Just Arrived! - Chapter 224 - 225

Three years ago, Yan Eucalyptus traveled from the world of cultivating immortals to the modern society as a copper money plant that had been refined to perfection.
Not long after she came here, she got married and divorced Qi Yan, a newcomer in the entertainment industry, with a number of children in her belly and a divorce fee of 30 million yuan.
Three years later, her ex-husband, who was popular in the entertainment industry, blocked her in an alley: “I will give you 100 million, and we will remarry.”
Yan Yu:! ! !

One day, Qi Yan came home early and found two three-year-old children squatting in the pool in the backyard, looking at the pool of copper money grass, and making small reports.
Yan Mengmeng: “Mom, I found out that Dad would soak water with lemon slices every day! I’m so scared, will he soak me too one day?”
Yan Kuku: “Mom, Dad likes to eat bitter melon, will he fire me and eat it?”
Copper money grass: “It’s okay, it’s okay, I will run away when my mother gets the money, you two will last for a while, and the younger siblings still need money to germinate.”
Qi Yan:?
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