Mo Nuan saw his actions and her pupils contracted sharply, but she quickly regained her composure. "I hit a nerve, didn’t I? You're furious now. Well, I’m not done. Don’t even think about handing your stuff over to me. You've held onto it your whole life, so keep it. Guard it yourself, and if you're capable, take it to the grave with you. But if you insist on forcing it on me, let me tell you, I'll sell it tomorrow and donate the money to a charity for underprivileged children. Don’t expect me to hold onto it for you."

“Mo Nuan, get out... just leave...” Mo Pingshan slumped into the...