Ye Zhengrong heard this and felt there was merit to the idea, his anger growing, "Useless trash, she's clearly the lady of the house, yet she's completely suppressed by a mere maid, failing even to protect her own daughter, and she can't even get a decent meal for herself! That maid dares to exploit her so, who knows how much she must've secretly made Chuyi suffer. That child has had it tough growing up!"
Ye Canghai gave a slight sigh, "Indeed, it's not been easy for her. Since dad has said he wants to give her shares, we can't just do nothing. The kid even calls you 'uncle,' shouldn't you give her something?"
"I plan to give her something. I'm not sure how much dad will give, but I'll just give a little less than him."
Ye Canghai knew Ye Zhengrong wouldn't be stingy; after all, when they didn't know Ye Chuyi was a blood-related niece, he had already offered a dowry of ten billion. In the end, Ye Chuyi had not taken it.
