"What are you staring at? Go, don't you want to help your brother? Or do you want to lose those billions?" Zhang Lu yelled angrily when she saw her daughter not moving.
Zhang Xiaobei hurriedly ran into the kitchen after being yelled at and quickly brought out two knives.
Then, Zhang Lu reached out and took one of the knives, sneering, "I don't like him at all. If he wasn't rich and didn't look somewhat handsome, how could I possibly want to be with someone more than ten years older than me? Moreover, I've endured it for over ten years because of this! But now, he's done for, I no longer need to endure. Once we take care of him, we'll grab the money and leave."
Zhang Xiaobei didn't speak because she was already petrified.
