Qiao Dongcheng came over to console me. "Alright, calm down. I'll have the lawyer go and see how it is. Don't worry, you'll be better off."

"Alright, you call. I'm listening."

"Alright."

He called right away, and a few moments later someone called back, and he pressed the megaphone.

The other side said, "Mr Qiao, we've already called to investigate the matter you requested. Mo Yan indeed has the right to inherit the rights of Mo Yang, and Miss Gomo thinks it's unfair. Even if we go to court and sue, we can only split half of the assets."

"Bullshit, it's all mine." I shouted.

Forgive me, but I really can't calm down right now.

The mother and daughter pair had never been at peace and had lived a cold life on purpose. They had merely wanted to fool my vigilance and get their hands on this property.

Aunt Qiao knew how proud my mother was. I was driving my mother's car, so I hit Lin Gui Mei. For me, she knocked out her teeth and swallowed blood, then she signed with her father, wanting to give up her position as Madam Mo. At that time, his mother hated him to the point of spitting out blood. Aunt Qiao was by his mother's side.

My mother is so strong. Even if I knew the relationship between father and Lin Gui Mei, I would still love to be in front of others to be loved by my father, but I didn't want others to look down on her. In France, she kept her head down, begging for help, saying that she would be at my father's mercy for the rest of her life, that she would live and die with him, that the moment she jumped was not a relief, but a painful pain.

Mother views Lin Gui Mei as a little sister, but this little sister actually married my father in Las Vegas behind her back. Lin Gui Mei, so you were hiding this much, but Xi Yang knows about this.

My favorite dad, look at you, what did you do?

Are you worthy of my dead mother? How do you explain it to her when you're in the underworld?

Tears rolled down my face. I covered my mouth with one hand as I stared at the misty sunlight that fell onto the wooden floor. Qiao Dongcheng, no matter what, we must fight a lawsuit. It's not a matter of money, it's about my mother's dignity. "

He said to the lawyer, "You have to find a way to win this case."

"Eastern City. You have gone mad. We can't fight such a lawsuit." Hearing that, Aunt Qiao was about to go back to her room, but she immediately came back. "You helped her with the lawsuit, then it will implicate Mo Yang, and everyone will say that you are a rapist. What will everyone think of you then? What will they think of the Qiao family? "

I gritted my teeth. "Can you stop slandering a dead person? "Yes, my dad is a corrupt criminal, but don't forget, when you, Ye Xuemei, came to the house of our corrupt criminal, what kind of face did you have?"

The result of not speaking with your mouth was that she was trembling with anger, "Scram, get out of our Qiao family. I've suffered enough from you, a headstrong and headstrong woman. You want to marry us from the east side, but you want to be someone's mistress and act like your mother. You clearly know that he has a woman, but you still pretend to be so noble. "

I tried to push her. "Don't insult my mother."

Qiao Dongcheng stopped me from behind and shouted loudly, "Stop messing around! Are you done yet? Qian Xun, are you supposed to have an attitude towards your elders?"

"That's all I have. What kind of elder is she? From the bottom of her eyes, she didn't even take me seriously. Why should I respect him?"

Trembling with anger, she pointed at me and cried, "Look, look, this is the good daughter that Guonini taught me. She bit people like a mad dog for the sake of that little bit of money."

Qiao Dongcheng hugged me tightly and shouted at his mother, "Mom, don't say anymore. Don't stab Qian Xun anymore."

"Let go of me, Qiao Dongcheng."

He held on tightly, unwilling to let go at all.

Lowering his head, he fiercely bit his hand, causing the taste of blood to fill his mouth.

His hand was locked on me like an iron bar, and I couldn't move a muscle. I lay on top of him, tears streaming down my face.

Right now, everyone can plot against me, you can scold me, you can insult my parents, and I can even protect them.