None of the three parents escaped the situation; they said they would break their mouths, and they did just that. There was no other choice.
Resistance was futile; no one could stop it, no matter who came.
Compensation of three hundred million was brought over today, but no one dared to touch it; even if they had ten times the guts, they wouldn't dare to accept it—three hundred million doesn't just appear out of nowhere.
In the end, it still had to be taken back.
Soon, the truck left, and Zhao Xiangde returned. Since there was an incident with Ling Muyao, he naturally came to check, and after confirming everything was fine, he left as well.
This farce was finally over.
Ling Muyao, this little ancestor, got along well with Tong Yun and played tirelessly.
"Let's go." Duan Yanran said after chatting with Tong Jiali for a while, turning to her son.
Reluctant to go, Ling Muyao waved his hand goodbye to Tong Yun and clumsily got into the car.
