Zhang Ya snorted coldly, arms crossed over her chest, looking at the two as if they were hazardous waste, "You know that I adopted two children, not you two. Not a cent of the 500,000 will you get from me. Push me too far, and be careful, I might just take those two kids and beg at your doorstep."
She glared sideways, clearly meaning what she said.
Old Ma's wife's face darkened. She might have been known for her coarseness in the area, but she still cared about face. The idea of this woman taking two kids to beg at their door was horrendous. At this point, seeing Zhang Ya's plain attire, Old Ma's wife had abandoned any hope of getting money from her.
Old Ma, however, had his eyes dart around, clearly possessing more cunning than his wife.