After a burst of furious rage, Wu Zihui calmed down. She pulled her mother, whose hair was as disheveled as a bird's nest, and whispered in her ear:
"Mom, didn't Uncle owe millions in gambling debts? As long as you let him help me..."
A sinister smile appeared on Wu Zihui's face; she already had a flawless plan in mind. Hearing this, a flicker of hesitation crossed her mother's eyes, but it was quickly swallowed up by a craving for money.
Chapter 129