"Who says Sang Ziming has no descendants?"
Wei Zhuhua's voice resounded clearly in everyone's ears present.
In return was Mei Qingdai's merciless ridicule.
"The weeds on Yu Fuli's grave are taller than you, sister-in-law, I beg you, stop this madness."
She now needed to stop her sister-in-law from continuing this insanity, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
She glared fiercely at Yu Fuce, who had been sitting motionless and dazed from the beginning; Yu Fuce didn't notice her gaze at all, engrossed in his own world, deaf to the external noise.
Mei Qingdai was frustrated to the point of anger; truly, a worthless person unable to accomplish anything.
At a time like this, still lost in thought.
Helian Yu stepped forward as the sidekick, "Does the madam mean? Sang Ziming still has descendants alive in the world? How is that possible? It is well-known that Yu Fuli died in that fire over twenty years ago."
As he spoke, Helian Yu cast a meaningful glance at Yu Fusheng.
