He Da's face was grim. This He Weng seemed impossible to sway, judging by his attitude today, it was clear they were going to bleed heavily.
"Zhuo Lin, what do you want? I can relay your demands. After all, it's better to resolve animosity than to deepen it. You and Zhuo Tang are uncle and nephew, that's something that'll never change in a lifetime. Why bring yourself unhappiness?"
Zhuo Lin shouted angrily, "Zhuo Tang is my uncle? I don't have an uncle like him. You want reconciliation? Fine! I can ask my friends to drop the matter, but I demand Zhuo Tang give me an explanation. Who stole the files from the computer in my room? If he doesn't clear my name, I would rather die than compromise. Also, my mother's ashes must be placed in the Zhuo Family's ancestral tomb; she must be buried alongside my father.
This is her right. I don't need the inheritance! But my parents' belongings must be returned to me."
