"What's wrong with kids liking to play with toys? As a mother, you actually can't bear to spend money on your own son! What's wrong with him exchanging money for your hair? It's just the fruit of labor!"

I finally understand, what kind of mother raises what kind of son.

"Don't think I don't know that Qian Hao has been secretly giving you money behind my back all these years. Today, I'll also earn some labor income."

I tied Wang Cui and Qian Zixuan to the chair with hemp rope. When I bought it initially, I had a premonition that I might need it, but I didn't expect them to come knocking so soon!

"Zhou Yan, what are you doing? Let me go..."

"Mom, I was wrong, please don't do this..."

I grabbed Wang Cui's gray hair, cut it with the scissors as I pleased, two locks on the left, two locks on the right, and then a bald spot design.

"Old lady, you're quite cunning, but I'm not easy to mess with either. You care so much for your grandson, why don't you use your own money to buy him toys? The whole family is ganging up on me, relying on me alone to pull the weight, huh? In the end, you're not that great either."

Tears welled up in the corners of Wang Cui's eyes filled with crow's feet, a few drops trickled down, turning into loud sobs.

"I'll tell my son, let my son deal with you properly..."

I waved the scissors in front of her eyes, "Don't move around. I'm not skilled, if I accidentally poke your eyeball, it would be disastrous. Go back and tell your son, the divorce is settled, assets split fifty-fifty."

"Or are you saying you didn't plan to leave this place today? Fine, I'll kill you, I'll go in, so all the money will belong to your son, it's just a pity you won't be alive to spend it!"

She was immediately frightened, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, I'll make him divorce! Fifty-fifty it is, just don't act recklessly!"

I heard that Wang Cui immediately fled back to her hometown after leaving my house.

Qian Hao sent me a message, "What did you say to my mom? She actually agreed to split the assets fifty-fifty with you, impossible! At most thirty-seventy, think about it."

Me: "In your dreams."

"Zhou Yan, you can't toast and not drink, you wait for me!"