Zhang Cong hugged Old Madam Zhang's arm ingratiatingly. Not that Zhang Qian was no longer able to give him that 1,000 dollars, someone had to give him some money.
"Grandma~ Look at how hard my father hit Sun Yan just now. Can you give me some money to buy some fruits ~" Zhang Cong said.
"Fruits? What fruits? You still have the cheek to ask for money! If you know about this, why haven't you told us earlier! If I know about this, how will our family not get a single cent! We really raised those two children for nothing for so many years! How much of the food I paid for did they eat! Just thinking about it makes my heart ache!" Old Madam Zhang said with a pained expression.
