"Isn't it just the hills in Guizhou? What's there to fight over? Didn't Mom give the same thing to Hehe?"
Lu Mingxun didn't feel that his mother was too hard on his son; she even gave more.
Gu Mingyue gave him a fierce glare, "Those are tens of thousands of acres of tea fields. Do you know the annual output value? Lu Mingxun, do you even care at all? Little Ou's worth is already very high; he might even be the future leader of Lu Corporation. Your mother's small contributions are laughable—meant to slap gold on people's faces, not for poverty alleviation."
Lu Mingxun nervously looked around, afraid that someone would overhear and spread the word.
His face turned green as he said, "You're crazy, spouting nonsense like that. I think you're just triggered and not thinking straight."
Gu Mingyue's tears suddenly flowed, feeling bitter inside. If Lu Mingxun had any sense of responsibility, any semblance of a man, life wouldn't be so chaotic.
[Darling, is your son handsome?]
