Lin Banxia glared at her with fury in her eyes, speaking angrily: "No money for you, but I'm definitely taking what's my mom's."
"Oh, such big talk. If you don't give me money, I won't return the stuff to you. I'll burn it all." Cheng Rouyin sneered in reply.
"You wouldn't dare..." Lin Banxia immediately grew agitated, glaring angrily at her.
"Try me and see!" Cheng Rouyin was no pushover either.
Lin Banxia had no other options, so she reached into her wallet and took out a card: "There's 100,000 yuan on this card—all yours. Just give me back my mom's belongings."
"100,000 yuan? Are you trying to throw scraps at me? And anyway, that money came right out of this household." Cheng Rouyin scoffed at the sum—barely enough to buy her a luxury handbag.
Anger overcame Lin Banxia. She shoved the card back and pulled out her phone, ready to make a call.
