Xu Xiaoya also responded, "Since Dad made a will, I'm not going to fight with you, I can't win even if I do. Can't we just let Mom live here for a few more years? After all, this house was earned through her hard work..."
The son was very displeased, "Mom, what do you mean by this?? I see you clearly don't want to give us the house. You're so old already; is it fun for you to live alone in such a big house? Why not give your grandson a little rent instead of wasting it?"
Xu Xiaoya remained calm, "Is it a waste for Mom to live a few more years in her own house?"
"Isn't it? What's an old person doing with such a big house? Renting it out could bring in one or two thousand a month, why not?"
The daughter-in-law also sneered, "So Mom, are you deliberately going against the old man's last wishes?"
She simply pulled out the old man's will, clear as day in black and white, like the Imperial Sword.
