Yang Xiaolin was listening uneasily when Grandma Shen suddenly pointed a finger at her. Her heart leaped into her throat, and without a second thought, she frantically nodded.
"See? I told you they're all good kids. Everything's fine once it's out in the open. If you end up with too little later and feel wronged, this old bag of bones will stand up for you, alright?
It's such a simple matter. Mingquan, hurry and listen to your father. Go get that notebook of yours. We can't treat our granddaughter-in-law from the big city poorly, can we, old man?"
'You've said everything, you old woman, so why are you asking me?' Mr. Shen looked at his wife and chuckled. 'Ah, you're still the same as ever. Your words still pack a punch.'
Eldest Shen, Shen Mingqiang, finally found an opportunity to speak. "Dad, Mom, don't you think it would be better to wait until Shen Weiguo and his wife are back before we divide everything?"
