As soon as Yin Fu finished speaking, Mother Ling felt her brain shut down. She blinked her eyes and looked at Yin Fu with a troubled look on her face. She said to him dumbly, "We can't come up with such a big sum of money."
"Heh," Yin Fu sneered and said to Mother Ling. "Your abacus is really clicking too loudly, Madam Ling. It's so loud that the beads are falling on my face. Do you think that our family is a fool? You want both the person and the shares without paying anything in return. Where have you seen such a good thing?"
"But you—"
"Madam Ling." Yin Fu dropped his smile and pushed up his glasses. With his eyes locked on the elderly woman, he said to her, "If you are going to repeat your earlier claims, then I will ask you not to do it. Your son is an adult and he has his own freedom. You can not make the decisions for him."
