"I am your grandfather, and no matter how reluctant you are, you cannot deny the fact that you have the blood of the Wen Family in your veins." Wen Qiming's eyes, though murky, shone with a hint of shrewdness.
Tang Anzhi responded with a mocking smile.
Wen Qiming glanced at her and, instead of getting angry at her mockery, spoke again in a deep voice, "Your mother's things might be given to you, but there is one condition, you must come back and live with the Wen Family."
The corners of Tang Anzhi's mouth twisted mockingly. "I really didn't expect the venerable Wen Qiming to also have moments of breaking his word. When did my mother's belongings become your bargaining chip?"
She paused for a moment before speaking again, "I am very curious—do you not feel uneasy holding my mother's relics in your hands?"
Disliking her mother, yet clutching the things her mother left her—truly, the Wen Family's skin is thick.
What right do they have to do such a thing?
