Yun became angry immediately, "Are you guys kidding me? If it were just ninety thousand short, perhaps I might have considered your awareness and stepped back a bit! But now..."
"Please, don't be angry. We can help her gather more."
Li Qiao'er, in an attempt to soothe Yun, quickly pulled Liang Xiangxiu to Liang Xiangcui's side.
"Mom, you see the situation we're in now, just take out whatever you have to help aunt get through this tough time."
Liang Xiangxiu was very reluctant and muttered, "I have at most thirty thousand, you all know, when my son died, the village committee didn't pay much."
Li Qiao'er frowned deeply, "I don't have much either, just a few thousand."
Liang Xiangcui's face was bitter, "Even if we put everything together, it's not even enough for one hundred fifty thousand, far too less from the three million they're asking for."
"Should we sell the house first?"
