"Ouch, we are all family, why are you glaring at me?" Shu Yun pretended to be scared and patted her chest.
"Put everything down, these are my things, put them down."
Qin Mo pushed away the workers who were carrying the items, like a fierce little wolf cub.
"Shu Yun, what exactly are you trying to do!"
Qin Mo protected the items and touched a chipped corner on the dressing table, her heart aching.
These were left by Grandpa!
No one else even has the right to touch them!
"Xue'er is getting married, don't you, as her sister, have something to show for it? She doesn't want anything else, just fancies these old pieces of furniture, you wouldn't be so stingy as to not give her these, would you?"
Shu Yun asked knowingly.
She knew what these things meant to Qin Mo, yet she wanted to challenge Qin Mo's bottom line, enjoying seeing her pride being trampled mercilessly underfoot.
"Old furniture?"