Dong Lamei was about to leave the village when she ran into Qin Jin.
"Isn't this my dear mother-in-law? Coming to ask me for living expenses?"
Dong Lamei waved her hands quickly: "No need, no need."
Qin Jin's lips slightly curled up, his eyes cold: "Then write a promissory note, ensuring you'll never ask for it in your lifetime and include everything you've done to Qiaoqiao without missing a single word."
Dong Lamei: "... How can this be acceptable."
Although she hadn't received any money now, in the future, Li Qiao would have to give her something for retirement, right?
"If you don't write it, you won't be able to leave," Qin Jin sneered.
A younger brother at his side took out pen and paper from his pocket: "Come on, mother-in-law, be quick."
Qin Jin snapped: "What are you shouting about?"
Dong Lamei had an expression like she was constipated: "I, I can't write."
"The eldest son has already written a proper one, just copy it like drawing a gourd from the model."
