Jiang Nan sneered. It turned out she was nothing but a servant girl, just a machine her birth mother used to demand money for her brother to live well.
"Xiao Nan, you can't just ignore your brother and nephews. Otherwise, the Old Jiang Family won't let you off, even from beneath the ground."
Jiang Nan's heart ached and turned cold. "I meant what I said. I won't give that family of ingrates another dime in the future.
As for you, you're my biological mother, after all. If you behave yourself, I'll give you some retirement money. But if you make trouble all the time, you won't get a cent from me.
Anyway, you don't know where I am."
"Hey, hey, hey, you can't do this!"
"Beep, beep, beep—"
Jiang's mother coaxed for a long time, thinking to herself that it was over, her daughter was serious.
Suddenly feeling the world spin, her eyes rolled back, and she almost fainted right there in the small store.
