"I don't have money," Tang Xinrui said.
"Ask father for it!" Tang Xinjie demanded.
Tang Xinrui sneered. Her father was never even willing to give her ten thousand yuan, let alone a million yuan.
She gave Tang Weiyong a glance, then said again, "I told you that it was the final time that I gave you money last time, and I won't ask father for money again this time. If you want the money, call him yourself."
"You…" Tang Xinjie was mad. If he dared to ask Tang Weiyong for the money, he wouldn't call Tang Xinrui for it. "If you don't transfer a million yuan to my bank account right now, father will blame you if I'm beaten to death by them."
Tang Xinrui remained silent, but just looked at Tang Weiyong. Tang Weiyong said in anger, "I don't think that it's a bad thing if you're dead! You'll lose the last cent of our family's wealth sooner or later."
