"Thank you, Uncle, for your understanding. I have to go now," said Meng Chuyue as she was about to leave.
Meng Yajun didn't expect her to be so heartless.
He was stunned for a moment, then anxiously called out, "Cousin, we are direct relatives, the closest family you have right now. Can't you make an exception for us just this once?"
Meng Chuyue scoffed, "Direct relatives? Let me remind you how you came to live in your current home."
Meng Yajun gritted his teeth, "…I know our parents were wrong, Sister Chuyue. I promise you, once I get into a good university and start earning money, I will definitely pay you back every dime."
Meng Chuyue looked at him as if he were a fool, then said coldly, "Is this about money? Please leave. And just a reminder, many students brought their bodyguards, and if you provoke them by standing here, you'll bear the consequences."
No sooner had Meng Chuyue finished speaking than two top-of-the-line luxury cars pulled up in front of them.
