Xiao Bailu's face froze.
She genuinely never felt curious about other people's privacy.
But this time, she really wanted to know how Huo Tingzun, that bastard, made his will.
She swallowed and pretended to be indifferent, saying, "People like him are the experts among lawyers, surely they have calculated thoroughly, leaving the heritage to the nearest and most trusted to manage."
Xi Bao sighed like a grown-up: "So, Wu Feifei isn't the woman he trusts."
Xiao Bailu: "..."
Xi Bao continued speaking to himself: "He divided the inheritance into two parts. One part to be inherited after the children turn eighteen. That means that I, this baby, won't get a penny before eighteen."
"Then, the other part, he didn't give a penny to Wu Feifei. He gave it to a woman I don't know."
Xiao Bailu's heart jumped: "Who did he give it to?"
