In front of so many people, Mu Yan spoke mercilessly, leaving Zheng Shufen and the others with alternating shades of blue and white on their faces.
Originally, they thought that considering the passing of Mu Chen, Mu Yan would show some restraint and maintain basic courtesy towards them, but every word she spoke was sharp, clearly unafraid of tearing the facade.
"How can we be Mu Chen's uncle and aunt, and you have this attitude when we come to mourn him?" Zheng Shufen said angrily.
Zhuang Yi, standing beside Mu Yan, frowned slightly, showing obvious displeasure towards this family, and said coldly: "You people, devoid of conscience, have the nerve to claim to be Mu Chen's relatives? If you were truly his relatives, you wouldn't have tried to harm him for his inheritance. It's only because too much time has passed that it can't be pursued; otherwise, people like you would definitely end up in jail."
