Lin Zhenghui also thought the same, what use was more money to him when he didn't even know if he would live to spend it.
However, the second uncle who wanted Lin Zhenghui dead hadn't died.
He was always living a life of constant fear, who knew if he would be so lucky next time?
He didn't get killed by the car this time, not because he was particularly lucky, but because the driver's seat of the sports car was on the right, and that's how he narrowly escaped death.
"Do you really not plan to spare him at all? Like letting him go abroad and never return?" the old master asked.
"Old Master, how about this, if you get rid of him, I'll give you ten or eight grandchildren within three years to expand the Lin Family's legacy, how about that?" Lin Zhenghui began to coax the elderly man.
Because Xue'er told him that this biological grandfather had a terminal illness; the doctors said he wouldn't live more than three years and had been sustaining his life on expensive medications.
