"No, I really can't accept it, Rongrong is my granddaughter, and taking care of her is my duty," Grandma Qin's brows were knitted tightly, "Mrs. Tang, it really isn't necessary. Please take it back. If you give it to me, I will feel uneasy and won't be able to sleep."
Indeed, her conscience and morals would torment her. If she accepted the money, she feared she might be struck by lightning, and even after death, she would not rest in peace.
Ye Qiyun's own daughter was right in front of her, yet she could do nothing and had to appear calm. But her heart was in complete turmoil.
"Grandma..." Ye Qiyun called her, then looked at Qin Yucen, "Cencen, please persuade your grandma. She will definitely listen to you."
"Auntie Yun, please don't make it difficult for my grandma. If she doesn't want to accept it, she certainly has her reasons." Qin Yucen stood by Grandma Qin's side; apart from Chen Guixiu, their Qin family wasn't greedy for money—they were content with what they had.
