Li Jingyu looked at Wang Baozhu, "Whose idea was this?"
She had already concluded that it was Wang Baozhu who wanted to sell her house.
"No matter who came up with it, we're here to discuss it with you now."
Wang Baozhu didn't want to admit it was her idea, but she couldn't say it was Li Zhifang's in front of him.
"Heh."
Li Jingyu laughed once and stood up to walk into the house.
"Jingyan, what do you mean by this?"
Li Zhifang felt greatly disrespected and grabbed Li Jingyan to ask.
"What do I mean?"
Li Jingyan fiercely shook off Li Zhifang's hand: "You claim to be my real parents, but I hardly see it that way. Which parents treat their children like this? Selling a house to start a business, selling a house to pay off debts? It's clear you don't consider us family; you just think that having money in your hands is the right thing."
Li Jingyan grew angrier as she spoke: "I really shouldn't have come back."
"Jingyan."
