"Yes, if they don't want us to make a scene, they'd better invite us in properly and take good care of us," Old Lady Cao and Old Master Cao's final goal was the same. They wanted to stir up trouble and move into the Ye Family's residence; even if they didn't live with the Ye Family, the Ye Family would have to give them some silver every year, and they couldn't skimp on the food and drink either.
As for Cao Lingling's parents, they were just after the five hundred taels of silver, with which they planned to buy a house in the county town for their son and find him a wife from a wealthy family.
"I think what you're having isn't a daydream but a delusion, right? Take care of you? Have you lost all your descendants? Expecting us to take care of you?" Yang Chuxia's words once again infuriated the Old Master.
His son and grandson were standing right there, and yet she had the audacity to accuse him of having no descendants—how preposterous.
