"Mom, Dad, what are you talking about?" Meanwhile, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenager suddenly walked out of the room.
"Come here, my good son. Tell your father that you're his son, and what others have isn't worth a thing."
Fu Jinmei gestured to her son while mockingly looking at Shu Yuntu.
At this time, Shu Yuntu seemed to have made up his mind, speaking in a deep voice,
"Tomorrow I will find that kid and give him some money to get lost. If he agrees, then it's settled. If he doesn't, I'll send both him and his mother to the next world!"
"Mom, what on earth is Dad talking about?" The teenager sat next to Fu Jinmei.
"Don't mind him. He's senile," Fu Jinmei said disdainfully.
In her eyes, Shu Yuntu's approach was nothing but womanly compassion, lacking any backbone. Why bother handing out money for free when you can get rid of that wretched girl directly? What a waste of effort!
