It wasn't that Lin Zhenghui was a coward; he was genuinely afraid of death.
Money could be gone, but one's life couldn't be thrown away.
If you lost money, you could earn it back, but if you lost your life, what could you use to earn anything?
However, Shangguan Yanran had told Lin Zhenghui over the phone that he must attend the day after tomorrow and could not let his second uncle take advantage of this situation.
Besides, as the eldest grandchild, Lin Zhenghui's grandfather's personal assets had already been accounted for.
All they were waiting for was Lin Fugui's return to the country so they could divvy up the inheritance.
"Being Mr. Lin is really no easy task," Lin Zhenghui said after hanging up the phone, lying helplessly in the rocking chair.
"Didn't you used to say, 'Fortune comes with risks'?" his sister-in-law said, coming over to rest by his side after a busy day.
