The fake daughter can be salty or sweet

Today, Lunshengshi Company was a bit busy, so Yang Zizi didn't ask him to pick her up. She rode her own bike home. Anyway, the journey was not very far.

But she didn't expect to meet her uncle and his children, and even the elderly Grandma Yang, at a roadside stall halfway.

They seemed to have been hungry for a long time and were eating hard.

Yang Zizi sighed and didn't want to pay attention. When Yang Zizi was about to ignore him and leave, his eldest cousin suddenly saw him and shouted his name loudly: "Yang Zizi!"

Yang Zizi really wanted to turn a deaf ear and just walk away.

But she, Yang Zizi, was not someone who liked to escape.

Before Yang Zizi stopped the car, the father and his two sons ran to him, smiling, but they couldn't cover up the fishy smell on their bodies.

"Cousin, we are looking for you." The eldest cousin looked at Yang Zizi with a smile on his face.

Yang Zizi knew that they were definitely not looking for good things with her. Not to mention how they treated him in the past, just looking at the temperament of their whole family, they knew that they were definitely not looking for good things with her.

"Zizi, uncle is a little tight on money recently. You are the eldest daughter of the richest family, so you must be able to afford a few million." For money, uncle really groveled to him. She remembered how they treated him in the past. Even if the original owner was here, she would choose to refuse.

"Money, this lady naturally has too much to spend, but I'm afraid of dirtying my money if I give it to you." Yang Zizi looked indifferent.

Uncle's whole family could not hide their embarrassed expressions.

Grandma Yang sat aside without saying a word. When she saw her son anxiously winking at her, she hesitated for a moment, and finally stood up and said, "Zizi, it's not easy for grandma to raise you, and..." Grandma Yang looked up at her uncle from time to time. She really couldn't say anything against her will. Finally, under the sharp eyes of her uncle, she slowly spoke again.

Yang Zizi naturally understood this short eye contact. He interrupted Grandma Yang and said, "Uncle, don't dream if it's not yours!"

"Yang Zizi, don't be ungrateful. Don't forget that you used to eat white rice from my family." The eldest cousin stood up and angrily accused her.

"Really? Tomorrow I will give you a dog bowl of rice, a big bowl, with interest."

Yang Zizi's mind searched for the original owner's memory. The original owner was starving, and the first uncle's family and the second uncle's family turned a blind eye.

They even used guard dogs to humiliate her.

The original owner really couldn't bear it anymore. For the first time, he put aside his pride and fought with the dog for food. He ate like crazy, fearing that someone would snatch it away in the next second. He looked extremely embarrassed.

He finally had a full meal amidst all the ridicule and insults.

"You..." The eldest cousin stared at Yang Zizi furiously. When he thought of kneeling on the beach for three days and three nights last time, he wanted to tear his mouth apart.

An orphan without a father or a mother, what was he so arrogant about in front of her!

Yang Zizi ignored him and stepped on the yellow car to leave.

The unwilling eldest cousin ran after him: "Stop right there."

A truck came from behind. The driver saw a person suddenly rushing out, and his face was distorted with fear. Because the speed was too fast, the brakes obviously had no effect.

The tragedy still happened.

The eldest cousin was knocked to the ground and fell in a pool of blood.