"You," Old Ma's eyes widened as he listened to Zhang Ya speak.
"All of this one million belongs to them. You're still relatives yet you feast on the blood and sweat of others. Their parents are gone, and you still want compensation? I'm in the process of changing the guardianship, and I will have a lawyer draft a document stating that only the two children can withdraw the one million in the future. No one else should interfere with how the children use it."
After Zhang Ya finished speaking, she sized up the two of them, "I don't need this one million, unlike you two, coveting even your own sister's hard-earned money. Aren't you afraid that your sister will come looking for you in the middle of the night?"
Her voice was full of menace.
Both shivered in unison, and Old Ma cursed, "Stop spouting this nonsense here! I'm not afraid."
