Duan Shuhua's tone was somewhat urgent, probably realizing her own lapse, she softened her voice and added, "I know the old man favors you, but he's getting senile, and as his children, we cannot just indulge him, you agree, right?
Qiaoqiao, your aunt isn't targeting you, I just want to discuss with you. Could you please talk to your grandfather and ask him to invalidate and rewrite the will?"
After Duan Shuhua's long speech, Li Qiao felt her eardrums swell.
In the end, it was all about money.
Li Qiao slowly bowed her head and kicked at the ground with her toe, "Aunt, have you asked grandfather about this matter?"
"Why should I ask him!" Duan Shuhua raised her voice slightly, and it wasn't hard to hear a trace of resentment in her tone, "When he distributed the inheritance, he didn't even discuss it with us, just gave it to someone else, as if we, his own children, don't even exist in his eyes."