What a pity, just as he said, heaven is fair. It gives you something others don't have, which means you also have to go through pain that ordinary people cannot bear.
An Yu softly murmured, "But, if I have to choose between wealth and my mother, I would rather not have wealth." He also didn't want to be ridiculed as a poor creature without a mother.
"Is that really what you think?" An Bingfeng asked.
An Yu nodded without a trace of hesitation.
"Alright." An Bingfeng smiled, "Since you don't want wealth, then stay here, but you must understand, from now on, you are no longer the young master of the Prime Minister Residence, and the Prime Minister Residence will no longer provide you with any help!"
As soon as An Bingfeng finished speaking, a thud was heard from inside.
Turning around, he saw Mrs. Yan standing at the doorway, having heard all of their conversation.
At this moment, unable to bear the blow, she collapsed to the ground, her face filled with despair.
