"My son is—"
Village Chief Yan Zhongqing berated, "Alright, enough! Stop arguing!"
Then, he hollered to the crowd, "Is Yan Yaozong here yet?"
A thin, middle-aged man emerged from the crowd, with a rather imposing middle-aged woman beside him. "Uncle, I'm here."
Yan Zhongqing really didn't think much of this nephew of his. All he did was squander his family fortune and indulge himself. He was not young anymore, but had yet to accomplish anything much, and had even become so henpecked.
He was really an embarrassment for the Yan family.
"Ah Ze is your son. Now that he's missing, you should at least show some concern and come up with a solution."
Yan Yaozong disagreed and said, "Uncle, we'll just do as you say. I have no opinions on this."
Yan Zhongqing's expression darkened. "That's your son we're talking about!"
