"But Haitong and the others are daughters, can daughters inherit?"

"According to the inheritance law, daughters also have the right to inherit."

"Damn girl, why didn't she die? She died a long time ago, and she doesn't have to come back to fight for the family property with me."

Mrs. Hai didn't understand the law, but after her grandson explained it this way, she realized that her husband and wife really couldn't take advantage of it, and she couldn't make the decision to let Zhiwen inherit all the property of the third son. She couldn't help scolding Haitong and sisters for not Face, go back to her natal family to fight for the family property.

Hai Tong didn't care about the people outside, she took Zhan Yin to visit her house, it has been built for nearly 20 years, it has become an old house, but to her, this is still her home, it is her roots.

Standing at the door of a room full of sundries, Haitong said to Zhan Yin: "This room was originally owned by me and my sister. When I was young, I was timid and didn't dare to live in a room by myself, so I took it with my sister." Take a room."

"When I was a child, I slept in a mess. I always squeezed my sister so that there was no place to sleep. One time, my sister fell off the bed. When my sister woke up and felt sand on the floor, she called my mother and said there was sand on the bed. Lots of sand."

"When she got up and turned on the light, I realized that she was sleeping on the floor, and I squeezed her to the ground."

Talking about the embarrassing things in childhood, Haitong had a little smile on his face, smiling, but his eyes were red.

The house is still there, but the parents are gone.

In the past, when she came home from school, she would call her mother when she entered the door, and her mother would definitely answer her.

Now, when she came in to call her mother, she could no longer hear her mother's answer.

Parents still have a home in life, and there is only a home for parents in life.

"I still remember that when my sister and I were kicked out of the house by them, it was raining, and they didn't even take our umbrella away. We sisters were just like that, weeping and looking back, they were extremely cruel, Shut and locked the doors."

"At that time, I didn't understand why we couldn't live in the house my parents built, our home?"

"I lost my parents. I feel very sad. I always dream of my parents at night, but I call them, but they both go away...Why did my grandparents treat me and my sister like that?"

Recalling the past, not only the Haitong sisters felt uncomfortable, but also Mrs. Shang and her daughter who were listening. Mrs. Shang's eyes were already red.

If she had found her sister earlier, perhaps everything could have changed.

Even if she couldn't change her sister's death, at least she could protect her two nieces.

There is no need for them to bear the ruthlessness from their relatives after losing their parents suddenly. They have tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings and the sinister heart at a young age.

"Tongtong."

Zhan Yin hugged her distressedly, and said distressedly: "It's all over, it's all over."

Last year, he accompanied Hai Tong to experience and spend the hot topic on Weibo.

Haitong posted his sister's diary on Weibo to refute it, and then the public opinion reversed. He also read the diary written by his aunt, but he only dared to read it once, not a second time.

Watching it once, I feel so sorry for his wife.

He is not a sentimental person, but after reading the diary of his aunt, his eyes will be moist.

Sometimes, the most ruthless and hurts oneself the most is one's own relatives.

There is some truth to this sentence.

The Haitong sisters were hurt the most by their relatives.

Shang Xiaofei took out two small packs of tissues from her bag, and she handed a pack of tissues to Zhan Yin. JrNovels.com