Qinghe originally stood to the side, preparing to go upstairs. She guessed that after the wealth was distributed, that mother and son would surely make a grand scene, and she had no desire to watch, nor did she intend to meddle. Now that the woman spoke up, Qinghe simply turned around, strode over, and sat down directly on an empty sofa nearby, then looked at the woman with an indifferent gaze.
In the woman's eyes, that look was clearly one of provocation and mockery; her face was so dark with anger it seemed it could drip ink.
Mei Zhelan, seeing her childishly cute behavior, suddenly let out a light laugh. This girl was clearly doing it on purpose, look how angry she'd made the person.
The attorney, who had planned to read the will, saw the quiet and picked up the folder in front of him, opened it. His face showed not a hint of emotion, and with an even voice, he began to distribute the fruits of Mei Jianning's lifelong struggles.
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