Little Demon — Will Before You Die

Miss Gongying, we're home. Miss, we're home. Don't touch my dog. How many bathrooms?

Twelve. Carry me; it's too far. My legs are short; it'll be dark by the door. Can't promise breakfast tomorrow.

First, bathe and change. Not proper for the second young master. Do you handle money or people? I'm chief butler, handle the household.

You can't manage this much. I'll see my dad first. What if you found him? Uncle, put it down.

Put that down. Second young master slit his wrist. Someone slit their wrist. Don't be scared.

He won't die. Wrist slitting rarely kills. Is the will notarized? What?

You're dying, right? I heard outside. You want to die. Fine, I won't stop you.

But before you die, write your will out. Legally binding. Or when you die,

your uncle takes everything. What about me? I wandered for three years. Finally made it back.

And you just leave. Leave me no money. You... Who told you this?

No one. Used to sleep under bridges. A tall guy beside me. Over sixty.

Died on his mat. Found two days later. His wife and son fought for three months. Over an apartment.

Forty-two square meters. Small villa. Your place is huge. How long till you die?

I'd only fight for three years. Stranded. Go deeper next time. Or you won't die and need stitches.

Stitches cost $120 each. You'd need seven or eight. Almost a grand. Waste of money.

Shut up, shut up. Please, just shut up, okay? I have one demand. Notarize your will before you die.

Make it clear. Give me at least 50% of Chu's assets. We'll discuss the rest. You're not scared at all.

Scared of what? I'd fear you dying. You die, the money's gone. I'd sleep under a bridge again.

Brother experience. Heard you weren't feeling well. Made you bird's nest soup. This messy little kid,

That's sister Niannian. Dad. How do strangers get into your house? Where's your butler?

Isn't he watching? You must've suffered out there. Playplay sister is here now. I'll take good care of you.

Take care of yourself first. What are you saying, sis? That thing on your right eye. It's peeling.

It's lifting up. Can't you see it? I don't. I'm not wearing fake lashes.

You are. I saw them at a street stall. A whole street sells them. Three bucks a pair.

Yours were cheaper. Shoddy glue. How dare you talk to me like that? Auntie, why's your voice different?

That wasn't your voice before. I'm not your auntie. I'm your sister. Oh.