Bad Omen

Mo Lihua is rich. She got a billion-dollar worth of inheritance, just like that. Who wouldn't be envious? 

The old man even made sure that Mo Lihua's inheritance would be way more than the rest would get. Piore could imagine them fuming and shouting about how unfair it was since Mo Lihua hadn't served the family in years.

'How biased? I didn't even get anything!' Piore thought to himself with annoyance. He tried his best to not show it in his expression or snap at her, but he was really struggling. 

That was because he knew deep down that being favored by the previous family head was not a good thing, especially when the other relatives were there waiting for their chance to get a hold of you. 

Mo Lihua wondered where he would be dragging her off to next. "Where are you toting me off to now?" she snarled.

"I thought you didn't want me speaking?" He replied tauntingly.

"Answer me!" Mo Lihua snapped.