Song Aiguo loosened the buttons on his collar and sat down on the hospital bed next to him.

"Running around like this is exhausting. I should have brought my son with me so he could have helped me run errands."

“What are you thinking? Our son is still in school. How can we let him keep taking leave? School will be out for break in half a month. I won’t care how you order him around then,” Zhao Susu replied.

Seeing that they were getting along well, Song Wanwan's eyes dimmed, and she didn't look up at them again.

Song Aiguo: It's better to speak up now than to cause a scene when we get there: "Wanwan, I've rented an apartment for you, and everything's been furnished. I'll take you there in a bit; there'll be a nanny to take care of you."

"Are you going to completely abandon me?" Song Wanwan looked up and questioned, "Now that you know I'm Dad's bastard child, you don't treat me like your sister anymore. How cruel you are!"

Song Aiguo was quite angry: "If that's how you see it, then you're all grown up now, almost 40 years old. As your older brother, I can't help you much. This is all I can do for you. If you think I haven't done enough, then I have nothing to say."

Knowing that all was lost, Song Wanwan simply got out of bed: "When your father died, he left all his assets in the country to you. It is because of this money that you are living a wealthy life."

I can only struggle outside, and I haven't sought any help from you all these years. Now that you want to drive me away...

I won't ask for more than 5,000 yuan. From now on, I'm no longer your sister. You go your way, I'll go mine; we're even.

"You're really asking for an exorbitant amount of money! Where am I supposed to get so much money from you? Do you think money grows on trees?" Song Aiguo's blood pressure spiked, and he lost his footing. Zhao Susu was there to support him, otherwise he would have definitely fallen.

“Auntie, your request is a bit too much. You know how little wealth we have in total. Your brother and I have achieved our current comfortable life through our own hard work,” Zhao Susu couldn’t help but retort.

"You think you can do it all with your hard work? I didn't hear you wrong, did I? With your meager salaries, what can you possibly do? You'd be lucky to raise a child. My dad must have left you a large sum of money before he died. I didn't ask, and you didn't tell me. You're just treating me like a complete idiot!" Song Wanwan walked towards them step by step: "Why aren't you saying anything? Am I wrong?"

Song Aiguo rested his right hand on the table: "Song Wanwan! Don't push your luck. Dad has been gone for so many years. I can still treat you like a sister only because of our past relationship. If you ruin that relationship, then we will be completely cut off from each other."

Song Wanwan turned around and laughed three times: "We didn't have much of a relationship to begin with. If it weren't for the slightest bit of guilt you felt, you probably would have forgotten me long ago."

"You!" Song Aiguo pounded his chest with his hand; he was truly furious.

Zhao Susu was worried that she would upset Song Aiguo, so she could only say to Song Wanwan, "Could you say less? Your older brother's health isn't very good. How can you talk back to people like that?"

"You're asking for too much money; we simply can't afford it right now. How about this: we'll give you 1000 yuan a year for five years. Is that alright?"