Zhou Peiyu pursed her lips, her eyes brimming with moisture, "Brother, I'm sorry."
She had thought too poorly of her family.
Her family was clearly the best existence in the world!
Zhou Kunpeng, seeing that his sister no longer blamed him, heaved a sigh of relief, and the heavy feeling in his chest finally dissipated.
"It's okay; as long as you don't blame me for meddling too much, that's good. Now that you have a child, you should keep the money... it's better for you to keep it."
Money can command ghosts and spirits; when you have money at hand, you need not worry about anything.
If all this money was given to the Ding Family, who knows whether the Ding's parents would spend it on their other sons, daughters, grandsons, or granddaughters?
Zhou Peiyu had already grown cold-hearted after the Ding Family members repeatedly came to scold her for being heartless, calling her a harbinger of bad luck and a husband killer.
Of course, she wouldn't give them the money.
