Yuan Chun, barefoot and unafraid of those in shoes.
She put on a face of complete shamelessness again.
Wang Caihua couldn't outtalk her.
In the evening, when Lin Guowen came home from work, he said to Yuan Chun, "At most, 100,000 yuan. Take this 100,000 yuan, and from then on you will no longer be my daughter, nor can you use my name to do things outside."
Yuan Chun, with a shameless look on her face, said, "Dad, you have a fortune of ten million, and you only want to give your own daughter 100,000. Dad, you're a millionaire at least, how can you say that?"
"Dad, I'm your biological daughter. No matter how incapable I am, I have your Lin family blood flowing through my veins. Dad, for you to face the ancestors and elders of the Lin family when you're gone, you can't treat me so harshly."
"I'm not asking for half or even ten percent, just a modest 500,000, and you can't bear to give me that?"
