Old Mrs. Shen's face burned with shame. With tear-filled eyes, she said, "Xiao Yi, if you have to blame someone for what happened, blame your father or Li Xiaomei. Don't take it out on me. I'm an old woman. Do you have the heart to watch me go hungry and homeless? Aren't you worried people will talk behind your back?"
Shen Xiaoya chimed in from the side, "Exactly, Xiao Yi. At the end of the day, we're family. You're a big boss now. You can't be so cold and heartless, that's just not right, is it? Besides, your family has so many houses. That courtyard house is just sitting empty, so why not just give it to us?"
Shen Yi was so exasperated he had to laugh. 'A courtyard house? It's worth over a hundred thousand, and in the future, its value could reach the hundreds of millions.'
'And I'm just supposed to hand it over?'
Shen Yi said, "Besides the courtyard house, what else do you want?"
Shen Xiaoya and Old Mrs. Shen exchanged a look, thinking Shen Yi's resolve was wavering.
