He was unwilling to accept it.
Lin Qingyun was right; Ye Feiyu was behind all of this.
After getting into the car, Jiang Yuehua remained silent for a long time.
Besides the mother and daughter, there was also a middle-aged man in the car.
The middle-aged gentleman greeted Jiang Tian with a smile: "Hello, Jiang Tian, I am your mother's friend. My surname is Chen. You can call me Uncle Chen."
Although this Uncle Chen is middle-aged, he still looks gentle and refined, not like a stereotypical old man.
"Hello, Uncle Chen, are you a friend my mother met over there?"
Jiang Tian was indeed very interested in him.
Uncle Chen glanced at Jiang Yuehua, and seeing that she didn't intend to refute him, he said, "Yuehua and I have known each other for a long time. We only reunited in a foreign country. Now we are very good friends. This time she had an urgent matter, and I was worried that her health wouldn't be able to handle it, so I accompanied her back to China. Have you settled your matters?"
"It should be about time, I guess. I'm just waiting for my father to die so I can get my share of the inheritance."
After answering Uncle Chen's question, Jiang Tian continued to ask Jiang Yuehua, "Mom, how are you feeling now?"
Jiang Yuehua snorted coldly: "I'm perfectly fine."
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Yuehua asked Jiang Tian, "Is Lin Jianhe really that easy to die?"
Neither the mother nor the daughter felt there was anything wrong with discussing the death of their husband, or rather, their father.
"I don't know, but he's always angry, so he probably won't live much longer."
Jiang Yuehua looked at her daughter, who had lost her timid demeanor and become more mischievous, appearing quite energetic.
Jiang Yuehua knew perfectly well who was responsible for this change.
She stopped talking and only said to the man surnamed Chen, "Come stay at my house, I have several rooms."
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