"Second Uncle, don't worry, Duan Chao won't inherit it," Duan Yanran comforted her own second uncle, thinking, there wasn't even a chance for him to inherit.
As soon as Tianyu returned, she would say so, not believing Duan Chao could inherit.
Duan Yanyun just gave a bitter smile, said nothing, and lay down on the hospital bed, closing his eyes to rest—he would sleep and think about nothing.
He, Duan Yanyun, was not a fool; he could guess who was behind Duan Chao's sudden inheritance—it had to be his mother who had left many years ago.
He had not expected her to return and give him such a big present, truly beyond his imagination.
Seeing their second uncle resting, Duan Yanran and her sister sat quietly at the side, not saying a word, for fear of disturbing his rest.
Zhao Xiangde, who had left, sat in his office. Although he had not slept all night, it was nothing to him.