Gong Ruini listened to such a blatant threat and thought Zhang Lan would surely make a scene.
Like crying even more, or rolling on the floor, saying things like how unfortunate she is or how unfilial the children are.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Lan actually climbed up quickly, "Your old mother isn't dead yet, and you're already dividing your dad's money."
"Don't you know there's my money in it?" Zhang Lan knew this was not the time to throw a fit.
Now that the old man is gone, no one will care about her emotions, not even Gong Qiang, unless she gets money.
Right, it's money, without it, Zhang Lan really can't imagine how her life would be.
"So what if it's your money? If it weren't for you, how could it have ended up with the Dong family?"
Gong Zhuang would never give this money to Zhang Lan; if he did, what would be left for him?
This whole fuss today was for that little bit of money, "Old Fourth, what do you think we should do with this money?"
