As soon as these words came out, Liu Yuanchao and the others were stunned. "What? What?"
"They don't lack money. Look, they have over 300 in cash, plus Liu Hong's pension of 800."
"Now Zhang Yu has a job, and the old lady also has her retirement pension."
"They don't lack money at all." Feng Lan thought about how her family used to treat Zhang Yu and the others.
"Whenever there was a chance before, we would curse them out mercilessly."
"Even when Liu Hong passed away, we didn't lift a finger to help with the funeral."
Feng Lan felt increasingly overwhelmed as she dwelled on it—why did Liu Gang have to get involved?
"No matter what, we can't just leave it like this. We have to try," Liu Yuanchao encouraged himself. Even if it's difficult, he couldn't just let it go.
Feng Lan replied with a hum, "But look at the Jiang Family—they haven't had a good outcome either."
"If we go, will things be any better for us?" Feng Lan couldn't help but feel timid.
