"Give the money back to them," he said to Mian'ao.
The cotton-padded jacket ignored him, huddled aside with her little bag in her arms, and refused to listen to what the bastard was saying.
Mian Shengao bit his back teeth and said, "I don't care whether you really don't understand or you're pretending not to understand. You have no right to sell these things."
"They are all under my name, Mian Shengao. I paid for them with my own money."
"And you, I don't recognize you either. That little bit of blood relationship means nothing. If you really refuse to change, I can kick you out at any time."
Mian'ao looked up at him and said, "How stingy! We are registered in the same household registration book."
"If you die, everything that belongs to you will be mine. I'll just use it in advance."
The onlookers burst into laughter.
Mian Shengao had a heart attack and his face turned red. It was unclear whether he was angry or embarrassed by being laughed at.
He shouted angrily: "Stop messing around with me. If I die, these things will not be yours."
"And this house, why are you selling it?"
Mian'ao said innocently: "I can't live in such a big house by myself." She wanted to sell it and live in Siming's house, and Siming would support her for free.
Suddenly I thought of Sima Ming.
Mian Shengao clenched his fists until they creaked. "Aren't we human beings? Not only are you selling the furniture, you're also selling the house. What do you think?"
The cotton jacket sounded even more innocent: "I didn't think much of it. If none of you live here, I can't live here alone. It would be great if I could sell it and get some money."
Mian Shengao hung his chest heavily. It didn't make sense, it didn't make sense at all. Where did this disaster come from?
Mian Jing withstood the strange looks from the others and stepped forward and whispered, "Dad, can't we report it to the police?"
Mian Shengao, who was so angry that he almost died, paused and finally remembered that Mian'ao was a troublemaker.
"You can't report it. It's useless even if you do."
Mian Jing didn't understand, how could it be useless.
Mian Yu understood, so she hid behind people and watched secretly to see the difference between evil spirits and humans.
He figured out something. The difference was probably that evil spirits could anger people to death, while people could be angered to death by evil spirits.
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