When she was twelve, Song Xijiao ran out after her parents argued and met a homeless boy. She would give him the nutritional lunch from school, and he would silently follow behind her to walk her h...
Song Xijiao tightened the strap of her handbag, her voice trembling slightly.
"Officer Zhang said...you made a will, and I am the only heir."
Zhao Hairong said indifferently, "I'm alive and well, why should I make a will?"
Song Xijiao was stunned, "But Officer Zhang said..."
"You believe everything Officer Zhang says? Song Xijiao, when did you become so naive?" Zhao Hairong interrupted her with a sarcastic smile. "Just because I changed my will, you believe Officer Zhang's words. You think I want to leave the company to you? That I want to compensate you?"
Song Xijiao shook her head and smiled.
"More than ten years ago, in order to sever our father-daughter relationship, you took grandma away and deleted all contact information. I knew you didn't love me."
"Why? You want to fight back, but you don't have a reasonable excuse or opportunity. If you push me out now, you can divert their attention and use me to get rid of them. Am I right?"
A smile appeared on Zhao Hairong's face, a smile of approval.
"As expected... of a child taught by Song Hua."
He didn't finish his words, but Song Xijiao knew what he wanted to say.
She was dull before, but now she has experienced so many absurd things. If she still can't figure out the twists and turns here, then her life would be in vain.
"What if I say no?"
"I don't need your company, nor do I want to be your pawn. I can fight for what I want on my own, instead of relying on others' charity or working for them."