Joining Huang Dawei smoking on the sofa, Huang Yuqing's face was ugly, grimacing at the pair standing before the coffee table. "So what if your mom's the one that paid for it? Don't forget that my dad's name is written in as a co-owner of this property. Now that your mom has one leg in the coffin, that means my dad dictates what happens here. If he says to chase you all out, then we will! Right, Dad?"
Huang Dawei was blowing smoke circles, his face cold, silently affirming what Huang Yuqing had said.
"You… you guys have gone too far… too far…" Yu Chenshi was old, and these kinds of events just exhausted her even more. She wanted to hang on for her daughter, to hold on to this home, but how are they supposed to do that with only her and Yu Luoluo?
Huang Dawei kept trying to use Yu Luoluo, wanting nothing more than to sell her off, and Yu Chenshi continued living in perpetual fear of that happening. When will this kind of life finally end?
