Meng Yunhan slapped her thigh angrily. "It has come to this; how is she going to survive!"
If it were in the past, Meng Yunhan would not have cared about this threat at all. After all, she still had ten thousand yuan in savings in her hands, but now she was penniless. Her eldest son was having trouble, and the filial piety that he sent was getting less each month. As for her second daughter, it was even more impossible. She was practically sold off by her; thus, no one in her family wanted her second daughter have any connection with their family.
The only one who could bring money to her was Han Ruochen, and she was now out of her control.
If Old Han stopped caring about Han Ziyan, then even if Meng Yunhan found a job, she would never be able to give her daughter the same comfort that Old Han could!
