Su Yan leaned against the bed, picked up the cup, and took a sip of water.
She had said too much, and her throat hurt terribly.
"Don't you have a house?"
Su Mu was stunned,
"Yanyan, you..."
Su Yan spoke slowly,
"Once the house is sold, there will naturally be 300,000 available."
Su Mu's fingers trembled,
"Yanyan, that's your mother's retirement house. If you sell it, where will Mom live?"
Su Yan's eyelids drooped,
"There will still be a lot of money left. The remaining money can rent a place for fifty years. Enough for retirement."
Sell the house?
Of course, Su Mu felt distressed.
If it can be avoided, she would rather not sell.
Su Mu spoke up,
"Yanyan, your money hasn't decreased, why force Mom into a corner over such a small matter?"
Su Yan's voice was hoarse,
"Then let him go to prison. I will file a charge. Attempted murder, robbery."
Those are serious charges.
If he were convicted, the minimum sentence would be twenty years.
