Lin Yueqin curled her lips, "He's in prison, how could he possibly come back."
"He will come back, anyway, you can't sell the house."
"I'm just selling a house and you keep obstructing me, what's your angle? Are you trying to get a share of the money? I'm telling you, there's no way!"
As Lin Yueqin spoke, she stepped forward and pushed her, "Get out! You're so ungrateful, I've never seen a penny from your earnings, and now you want to take a share of the money from the house sale? You ingrate!"
But Wen Nianyou stopped her, "Aunt Lin, don't be angry. Chuyi's job is just average; she doesn't make much money. How could she have money to give you? She previously said her fiancé is the heir to Shengshi Group, but that's probably just for show. I doubt she got any money from a wealthy young master."
Had it not been for Wen Nianyou's reminder, Lin Yueqin would have almost forgotten about her so-called fiancé.