"You still have the nerve to come?"
The entrance was blocked by Jiang Fuli.
Jiang Fuxi, who had been keeping her head down, raised it, her face still carrying the usual gentleness, and she softly said, "Cousin, please don't block the way."
Cousin?
She actually had the nerve to say it.
Without another word, Jiang Fuli raised her hand to slap her, but as she reached out, Gui Family, who was by her side, caught her hand and flung it away.
Jiang Fuli stumbled, nearly losing her balance, and laughed out of frustration as she glared at Gui Family with contempt. "Isn't she your direct granddaughter? Why do you still look like a servant?"
Gui Family's face turned ashen, but she remained silent.
Jiang Fuxi stepped forward, a smile on her face, "Cousin, do you still want shares?"
Her voice was soft and delicate, her smile concealing a knife.
It was with this facade of gentleness that she took Xu Jiuru's life; Jiang Fuli dared not be careless. "What do you mean?"
