"Do as you please, I don't care," Qiao Xia said indifferently, her gaze calm, "I want you out of my house as soon as possible—the sooner, the better."
Renting out the house would certainly be better than letting them live in it.
They own ten percent of Qiao's shares; as long as they don't squander it on extravagant drinking, gambling, and racking up high-interest debts, they will always live a carefree life. Even after a family lawsuit, her attitude towards them was simply to never have anything to do with them—nothing more than cutting ties until death.
All the handover procedures were completed smoothly with the involvement of the court officials. Qiao Guang didn't dare overstep.
"Xiaxia, Uncle is very disappointed in you."
"Uncle, don't say that. I've been disappointed in you for many years."
Qiao Guang, "..."
