When the girl saw the crowd behind Aunt Zhang, her expression turned guarded and disgusted.
She was like a cornered animal, bristling with spikes, baring her teeth at the men who had just entered.
An Ning and her group watched quietly from the side.
"Feng Xiaoyu, stay out of adult affairs. You have no right to interfere."
An elder in his fifties or sixties, wearing a sleeveless undershirt, looked at Feng Xiaoyu with impatience, even blatant contempt, in his eyes.
"No right?"
"That's hilarious. I'm my father's only daughter. We're connected by blood. And in the end, I have no right to inherit the house my father built or the boat he owned? Instead, outsiders like you are supposed to inherit them? I wonder which of us is the real joke here."
Feng Xiaoyu stood beside Aunt Zhang. The mother and daughter clung to each other's arms, holding one another up as if they were being tossed about by waves at sea.
