Duan Zhuangyu didn't expect Huo Gaodi to speak to her so loudly: "What are you yelling for?"
After speaking, she realized she was being rude: "Dad, Auntie Jiang, I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood today, so I couldn't control my emotions. Please forgive me."
Jiang Jingya glanced at her coldly, feeling it was not worth arguing. She had never intended for her children to inherit Huo Shanhe's belongings. After all, she didn't care about his meager salary.
She pointed to the items in the iron box: "I've been married to your father all these years, and every penny he gave me is recorded, and every penny I spent is also recorded. You can check anytime you want."
Huo Shanhe was worried she'd get upset: "Jingya, don't listen to their nonsense. I raised them to adulthood and even got them married. My duties are fulfilled. Whether it's a daughter-in-law or a son, none has the right to control where my salary goes.
