Chapter 17

Xu Zhihong's eyes widened, and he rushed in front of Ye Wenxin: "You bitch, how dare you say I'm immature?"

"I didn't say this, but my aunt said it herself. It seems that my aunt is still a little self-aware."

I know that I am uneducated and ashamed.

"You..." Xu Zhihong gritted his teeth, and stretched out his hand to slap her.

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Zhou immediately called out to her: "Zhihong, what are you doing?"

"Mom, what's wrong with me slapping this bitch for talking about me like that? She just doesn't deserve it!" Xu Zhihong replied relentlessly, clearly unwilling to give up.

"As an elder, what do you do with the same knowledge as a junior like her? It's not embarrassing to say it."

It sounded like that.

Ye Wenxin glanced at Mrs. Zhou, her grandmother was notoriously patriarchal, and she didn't like her before.

She wouldn't naively think that Zhou's behavior really wanted to support herself.

"Is grandma here today?" When Ye Wenxin faced Zhou, her expression couldn't be calmer.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhou walked up to her and sat down, took her hand and said, "It's true, you child. You haven't been seen for a year, and you don't even answer the phone. Grandma is so worried."

Mrs. Zhou has always been indifferent to her. When she begged for her back then, she didn't say a word, but now she said she was worried about her?

Fortunately, she had the nerve to speak out, and she was not afraid to flash her tongue.

Ye Wenxin didn't respond, and Zhou's role as a kind grandmother could no longer be played. Coincidentally, Xu Zhihong didn't want to beat around the bush with Ye Wenxin, so she interrupted arrogantly: "Ye Wenxin, you uneducated bitch, grandma is asking you something. You don't even answer. Well, if you don't say it, don't say it, anyway, I didn't come here today to talk nonsense with you. "

"Zhihong..." Uncle Han Handong opened his mouth, and when he spoke, his blinking eyes looked at Ye Wenxin.

The niece sat there with a cold expression on her face, and looked a little shocked, she was completely different from the humble appearance she had when she knelt in front of them last year.

Seeing Han Guodong, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"What do you ask me to do? It's practical to ask your niece to spit out some money. Mom owns half of the house. If she doesn't hand over the money today, don't blame us for being rude!"

In the past, Ye Wenxin and Ye Shaoqing lived in the same house. They knew how to save face and never mentioned that they had a part in the Zhou family.

But now that the house is sold, this matter cannot be settled like this.

Ye Wenxin suddenly looked at Mrs. Zhou, and said with a sneer, "No wonder grandma doesn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, so she wants to ask me for money!"

Knowing that her brother was seriously injured in a car accident, it's fine for these relatives to ignore him.

Now he still has the face to ask her for money!
"Wenxin, you can't speak so harshly. Theoretically, this house is indeed owned by your grandma." Han Dong rubbed his hands and reminded evasively.

Seeing her son speak, Mrs. Zhou showed a smile on her face, and simply sat there to put on airs.

"Is there a share for grandma? I think there is a share for uncle, right? You took the money from me and changed uncle to a better house, right?"

When Zhou heard this, she immediately lowered her face and looked at Ye Wenxin coldly: "Wenxin, pay attention to your words."

"Did I say something wrong? As an elder, what is the purpose of grandma's plan to attack my house? Isn't it the son of uncle?"

(End of this chapter)

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