Yan Qingruo spoke in a cold voice, "This money belonged to my mother, not my grandmother. In theory, only my elder brother and I are entitled to inherit my mother's possessions."
"What do you mean 'your mother'? How many years has your mother been dead? Plenty of people can prove that the courtyard house belonged to your grandmother, not your mother. You might fool strangers, but you definitely can't fool us," the eldest maternal aunt said sharply.
The muscles on the eldest maternal aunt's face were constantly trembling with excitement, shaking uncontrollably.
Thinking about getting such a large sum of money was enough to send her into a frenzy.
"Twenty million, Yan Qingruo," the eldest maternal aunt exclaimed, patting her chest with a heartbroken expression, "and you just took it all for yourself!"
Hearing about the twenty million, the rest of the people were also very surprised. Such a large sum of money—it was more than many people could earn in a lifetime.