Wealth Wouldn’t Live Past Three Generations

"Susu, how can you say that about your grandmother?"

Her bent figure was imprinted in their vision.

Han Susu smirked. "Why can't I say that? She should know about her own evildoings."

"Grandmother has already touched your connections for you."

Han Susu tugged her sleeves. "Brother, don't bother about her, think of ways to get me out."

She wanted him to think? What ways did he have?

"Alright, I'll think about it."

Old Madam Han listened to their conversation, heading into the darkness step by step.

The old saying was right: Wealth wouldn't live past three generations.

Old Man, this family was going to collapse.

But that wasn't the worst.

A human's heart was the worst. How could it be like this?

"Times have changed, times have changed." She sighed, sounding melancholy.