Rong Wenze certainly knew that this matter was hard to change now; if the old lady passed away, the house would probably be taken back tomorrow.
"Shut your mouth!" he snapped, "If you babble on, you can just go back home."
He hurried after the old lady, "Mother, don't be angry..."
Yu Suhui was furious enough to die, she simply smacked her thigh, "I can't live like this any longer... Rong Wenming and Teng Rong are going to drive our whole family to death..."
Rong Manman watched the thigh-slapping scene, her own face no less unsightly.
"Mother, since the house belongs to Uncle, let's just buy it! That bitch Rong Yan is asking for 1,200 yuan, you round up some money, ask Grandma for some, and if that's not enough, we'll gather some more."
She knew the old lady had a sum of money for her old age clenched in her hand. She figured there was at least three hundred yuan there.
