Murong Zhihong had stood up for his son and left all the inheritance to the mother and son. Even if she wanted to snatch it again, she could not do it in a short time.
He could only find another opportunity in the future.
Yes, even at this point, Mrs. Jones was still not willing to give up.
"You're quite calm, Mrs. Jones,"Murong Mian's lips curved up.
Mrs. Jones was in a sorry state, but she said calmly,""Because I know you can't do anything to me. My husband is a Member of Parliament. Even if he can't participate in the election next time, he can still be the speaker. If you want to touch me, you should know what the consequences are."
She lifted her chin arrogantly and glanced at Madam Murong, as if to say,"even if I want to sleep with your husband, I have a backer. I'm not afraid."