Yin Xiaofan dared not take the risk, and he couldn't either.
Although inheritance was a good thing, they couldn't do anything just to receive it.
"You don't want it? Is there guilt in your heart? It shouldn't be that you just allied with those people to deceive me with a ruse, to steal my inheritance," Zhang Xian Miao stared at Yin Xiaofan and said.
"The younger generation has a clear conscience. If the older generation feels the younger generation is with them, they shouldn't pass this feeling on to me," Yin Xiaofan said.
When Yin Xiaofan closed his eyes, waiting for Zhang Xian Miao to pass on the inheritance, he suddenly found he couldn't move his body.
Something was wrong, Yin Xiaofan quickly opened his eyes and found himself trapped in a battle. It was this very battle that was restricting his movements.
"My elders, what's going on?" Yin Xiaofan's complexion suddenly turned sour, and he asked Zhang Xian Miao.
