The Little Ancestor Teaches You How To Live
Chapter 187: The Great Nephew’s Performance (3)_1

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: The Great Nephew’s Performance (3)_1

However, Qin Yuhuai had anticipated her move; he grabbed his phone with one hand and held Susu with the other, deftly sidestepping Hong Baozhu with a twist of his body.

Although Qin Yuhuai had little Combat Power, and was no match for Susu and Sangzi in a fight, he was more than capable of dealing with an old woman like Hong Baozhu who had aged without learning to take care of herself.

At the same time, Sangzi on the side gripped Hong Baozhu’s hand firmly, "Don’t even think about touching him! If you make another move, I’ll dislocate your hand!"

Sangzi’s domineering voice scared Hong Baozhu into retreating.

The strength in Sangzi’s hand also caused Hong Baozhu to grimace in pain.

"You, you let go!" Hong Baozhu hissed in pain.

"Hmph!" Sangzi snorted coldly and released her hand.

Hong Baozhu rubbed her own hand and asked, "What do you guys... what do you guys really want?"

Hong Baozhu was now anxious, angry, and frightened.

She was genuinely afraid that Qin Yuhuai would give those debt collectors her son’s address; those debt collectors were ruthless. If it came to that, her son might not be killed by them, but he would certainly be mutilated!

Qin Yuhuai laid out his demands unhurriedly, "Hand over the house to pay off the debts, then shut your mouths for good, and don’t mention anything related to Susu ever again."

"You want us to use this house to settle the debts? Then where do we live? My husband is your grandfather’s own brother. Has anyone ever treated his own brother this way? Back in the day when we were poor, my husband would pick straw all day long to exchange for steamed buns and still give him half! Now that he has money, so he wants to disown us, his poor relatives, is that it?"

"My grandfather and my father have indulged you because of blood ties, but I will not," Qin Yuhuai said with a voice and eyes that were both cold.

"Qin Yuhuai, you’re driving us to our deaths! You want us to sleep on the streets! It’s one thing for us old folks, but Yunyun is still so young. You want Yunyun to suffer with us? I’ll tell you, Qin Yuhuai, if one day we all die of hunger and cold in the streets, young and old, we’ll haunt you even as ghosts!"

Hong Baozhu began to create a scene, crying and wailing.

If there weren’t people around watching, she would have sat down on the ground and rolled around, crying and wailing.

Sangzi couldn’t stand it anymore and spoke up to Hong Baozhu again, "You’re already in debt, so why are you still living here? Sell this luxury house, go to a more remote place and buy a small enough place for the two of you to live. Isn’t it better to use the extra money to pay off the debts?"

"What does a little girl like you know? If we sell this house, won’t we be the talk of the town, dead for sure?"

Hong Baozhu felt that selling the house was like selling her own face.

As long as they still lived in this luxury complex, they would still be seen as part of high society.

Sangzi became infuriated, "You... you are simply... simply... unreasonable! Do you think you have face now? Do you think people won’t gossip about you now? Whether others look down on you or not, I certainly do not respect you one bit!"

"Why should I care if you respect me? Who do you think you are? You really think too highly of yourself!" Hong Baozhu said disdainfully.

She had observed this girl since she entered the door: wearing cheap, baggy sports clothes, hair tied in a ponytail, and sporting a pair of black-framed glasses—so plain and shabby!

"You... you’re nothing but a barbaric old woman!" Sangzi said, fuming.