<h4>Chapter 1292: My Mother Must Regret Helping You, The Ungrateful Wolf</h4>


    Her mother certainly didn’t ask her uncle’s family to write any IOU then. Even if there was one, they must have destroyed that. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have asked her to take out the IOU.


    Yes, if there was no IOU, they would repudiate a debt. Without an IOU, she had no evidence to prove that her uncle’s family owed money to her family.


    He Xiyan had imagined that they would find all kinds of excuses not to pay back the money, but had not expected them to repudiate a debt so shamelessly.


    Chen Lu sneered, whose eyesight passed through He Xiyan’s face like knives.


    “He Xiyan, considering your mother, I don’t care about your p just now. But remember. We won’t pay back the money without the IOU. Even if your mother did give us money before, without an IOU, it meant that she gave it to us as a gift. We don’t owe her anything.”


    After that, Chen Lu left directly.


    He Xiyan took a deep breath, with anger burning furiously in her heart.


    She bit her lips, trying hard to contain her anger about to burst.


    God, she really wanted to burn the house and kill their whole family with a knife.


    At this time, she really wanted to kill them.


    But her instincts told her that she could not, because she would be sentenced to death in that way.


    She had promised her mother that she would live a good life and study well. She could not do illegal or criminal things.


    But she really hated them; she was dying to kill them.


    Lu Ziming perceived the hatred in his niece’s eyes, who seemed to be dying to kill him. But he didn’t worry about it. She was just a little girl. She could not have the guts.


    “Xiyan, I won’t have you for dinner today. Take these two thousand yuan and have a good year.” After that, Lu Ziming cast the two thousand yuan in front of He Xiyan.


    He Xiyan didn’t reach out for it, so the money dropped directly onto the ground.


    Were they giving that two thousand yuan to a beggar?


    She was still far far away living off the two thousand dors.


    “Uncle...” She called Lu Ziming who was about to leave, looking straight at him.


    Lu Ziming stopped. As if feeling guilty, he dared not look into the eyes of He Xiyan.


    There were some things clear in his heart, even though he didn’t admit it.


    “Uncle, listen. From now on, I have nothing to do with your family. I don’t have you shameless uncle, and I don’t have Chen Lu, the shameless bitchy aunt. I believe that if my mother is watching from above in the heavens, she must regret helping you the ungrateful wolf. And you, grandma...”


    Then, He Xiyan looked at grandma Wu Qihua who was sitting in the back, beyond words.


    “Of son preference, you are always partial to your selfish son. You don’t even want to see my mother away after she died. Bless yourself in the future. I will nevere here again in this life. Don’t inform me when you and grandpa die. I will note to your funeral.”


    “I, He Xiyan, have nothing to do with you ever since.”


    After this, He Xiyan picked up her bag and rushed out of the room.


    However, she didn’t see how bad her so-called rtives looked the moment she rushed out.


    He Xiyan ran out. She breathed heavily, as if the ce was suffocating her.


    She held her hands tightly, holding with great efforts the tears that were about to burst out. These people were not worth her tears or her sorrow.


    She swore that she would nevere here again and never cast a single look at these people again.