"It was just an accident," Meng Yanzhi said with indifferent expression, "And besides, our family compensated 500,000 yuan."
Yu Zhaodi was infuriated by Meng Yanzhi's nonchalant attitude, and she yelled at him: "Your 'accident' killed both my parents. The money may be substantial, but can money buy life?"
Yu Zhaodi shouted loudly, tears silently streaming down from the corners of her eyes.
"Over there." When Tang Yue and Lian Qingyang arrived, they happened just to hear Meng Yanzhi's words, saying: "One should not be too greedy in life. Your mother's death has nothing to do with me. As far as I know, even if your father worked until he was sixty, worked until he died, he wouldn't be able to earn 500,000 yuan."
"Meng Yanzhi, you will get what's coming to you," Yu Zhaodi shouted agitatedly at Meng Yanzhi.
Meng Yanzhi coolly said, "Whether I will get what's coming to me, I don't know, but what's certain is that you can't stay in Jinghua anymore."
