"Grandma, I might be very busy all morning."
Qin Wan tactfully declined.
She hadn't taken the old lady's words last night seriously.
Even now.
She still didn't take them seriously.
But the old lady seemed serious, very serious, "Well, Wanwan, whenever you're free, I'll ask the lawyer to reschedule for a different time. How about this afternoon? I don't have many days left to live, and I can't rest easy until I've made my will."
Her voice trailed off.
Suddenly, a coughing sound came from the other end of the phone.
Accompanied by Mu Shaochen's astonished voice, "Grandma, what will are you making?"
"Of course, it's to give my property to my darling daughter-in-law and great-grandchildren." The old lady's mood shifted instantly to one of anger as she spoke.
She said imperiously, "Not just me, you have to make one too."
Qin Wan's cheeks twitched at these words.
On the other end of the phone.
