Zheng Shaohua nodded vigorously at Xie Shengnan. "Don't worry, Mom. As long as I get rid of Xie Xuan, I'll be the heir. I won't be careless about this."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Shuangshuang, who hadn't said much, glanced sideways at him.
Her expression was filled with cold disdain.
"With you, the Zheng family can forget about inheriting Grandpa's inheritance for a few lifetimes."
Zheng Shuangshuang couldn't be bothered to look at Zheng Shaohua's smug face anymore. She lowered her eyes and looked at her phone.
She swiped her finger across the screen and suddenly paused.
Looking at her mother and brother beside her, Zheng Shuangshuang slowly curled her lips.
…
At noon, Lu Haiqiao arrived at the hospital.
When she found out that there was a 60% chance of curing Wu Sancai's old illness, she was quite relieved.
After chatting with Wu Sancai for a while, Lu Haiqiao left the hospital about half an hour later.