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Su Yijia understood that when they complained about their hardship, it was probably genuine. But their suffering had nothing to do with her.

"Since I bought this house, it belongs to me. I don't like others touching my things. If you really think you can't live anymore, then return the amount I paid for this house plus the money I spent on renovations. I'll move out immediately, and you can divide the house however you like or rent it out as you please."

Her voice was cold enough to freeze over.

The auntie who had spoken earlier glared at Su Yijia with increasing resentment. "Isn't that the same as forcing us to our deaths? If we could afford to buy this house, we would have already done so."

"..."

Su Yijia's head pounded in frustration. She finally understood. These people weren't incapable of understanding her words; they had already made up their minds about what would happen when they came here. No matter how they were refused, they had already planned their responses.