Nangong Mo's fists gradually tightened; he had truly had enough of days like these.
He didn't care at all whether anyone acknowledged him; he now had the capability to leave with his mother. But why did she still stubbornly insist on continuing to endure days of looking at people's faces and being talked about behind her back?
He really didn't understand Lina. In her heart, what was the most important thing?
For the sake of this man, or perhaps his wealth, she had painstakingly managed for so many years. Wasn't she tired at all?
"Lawyer Yan, say something!" Lina looked towards Yan Zihua, who had been silent the whole time by the bedside—Nangong Lin's private lawyer and the person he trusted the most.
For a moment, everyone's gaze turned towards Yan Zihua.
"That's right, my brother must have written a will! Lawyer Yan, hurry up and say it!"
