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"The commotion outside won't last long. They're just putting on a show for that old woman. They think that this house belongs to the old woman and they want to get a share of her assets after she dies," Qian'e said mockingly.

It was true that this house was registered under Old Master Qian's name, but after Old Master Qian passed away, he had left the house to Qian'e. This was because Qian'e was the only person who accompanied him during the last few months of his life. Qian'e was also his favorite grandchild and he felt that those were the happiest months of his life.

"Then you don't mind?" Zhao Ni asked.

"No. These things will pass quickly, won't they? We just need to endure it until she dies," Qian'e said.

Zhao Ni hid behind and sobbed uncontrollably. She did not understand how such an outstanding and sensible child from back then had become like this.

Perhaps everyone was at fault.