Jing Yiren's face darkened. Her aunt and uncle were surely blinded by money, secretly planning to tear down her grandmother's house.
Jing Yiren confronted them: "How dare you sign for my grandmother's house in her place?"
"She's old and can't sign, and what's the point of that old house anyway? She only has one son, your uncle. When she dies, the house will be ours. Of course, we're the ones who decide whether to sign or not."
"..."
Aunt Wang Qiushui also noticed Jing Yiren's displeasure, knowing that Jing Yiren must be blaming them for forcing her grandmother into the hospital.
Wang Qiushui pulled Jing Yiren to sit on the sofa, crossed one plump leg over the other and began to complain.
"Yiren, your aunt understands it's not right, but you have to sympathize with us! You don't know how hard I've worked these years. Your grandmother is weak, and I've taken care of her. Your uncle earns little, and he's so stingy that he won't spare me a single cent."
