Keep the Inheritance for Yourself?

Zhao Han did his best to explain. Nangong Meng simply listened in silence, and he had no idea what she was thinking.

Fortunately, his explanation had helped. The hatred and confusion in Nangong Meng's eyes had eased considerably.

Suddenly, Nangong Bugu stepped forward and said,

"Woman, my dad admitted he was wrong. He had his reasons, so just forgive him."

"What did you call me?" Nangong Meng asked, frowning slightly as she looked at Nangong Bugu, who looked a lot like she had as a child.

She had already recognized her. This was her biological daughter.

And she was calling her that?

What kind of wild child had she given birth to?

Nangong Bugu said bluntly, "If you want me to call you Mom, you have to listen to me. Otherwise, forget it."

Even Zhao Han could barely keep a straight face at Nangong Bugu's behavior.

And Nangong Meng was even less able to.

What kind of biological daughter spoke to her parents like that?

Nangong Meng asked softly, "Then what does Mom have to do to get you to change how you address me?"

Nangong Bugu grinned. "I can change how I address you. First, get better, forgive my dad, and treat me well. Then maybe I'll call you Mom."

With Nangong Bugu joining in, Nangong Meng's expression finally improved quite a bit.

With Hanba, Mei Xiyue, and Xiao Xuan chiming in now and then, the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

However, Nangong Meng barely glanced at Zhao Han, and she never said that she forgave him.

She was probably still angry, still resentful that Zhao Han had broken his promise.

Zhao Han didn't think much of it. As long as Nangong Meng had woken up, that was enough. If she was alive, anything was possible.

*I've already explained why