"That's my son."
"Liang Caifeng, it seems you won't cry until you see the coffin, no worries. If you don't agree, it's okay. Tomorrow I'll have the Revolutionary Committee go to the Liang Family to demand payment."
Li Yunqiao still spoke unhurriedly. But Liang Caifeng was increasingly frightened.
"You can also refuse to leave. Go to the Liang Family and take back all the money and grain from all these years, the filial duty, I'll ask for less, of course, it must be the same as the Li Family."
All these years, they've given the Li Family nothing. Father passed away long ago, and mother died after the birth of her eldest son, the brothers don't ask for anything, but always support her.
Liang Caifeng was already scared out of her wits, she knew this was Li Yunqiao determined.
No way, absolutely not.
"Yunqiao, over these years, if not accomplishments, there's at least hard work. We've reached this age, you can't treat me like this."
