Before Shan An could finish, Sun Ling interrupted him angrily. She slammed the table and scolded, "You believe your leader's fart, right? We've already been in arrears for a month. We've already spent all our money at home. There are still a few mouths waiting to eat. Do you want to starve us to death?"
Sun Ling's voice was very loud. Shan An shrank his neck. He remembered that his family should have some savings, so it was not to the extent that he could not eat. However, he felt that Sun Ling seemed to be furious for no reason today.
"Shan An, you're a good-for-nothing. You can't even support your wife and children. What's the use of you…"
Sun Ling vented her anger on Shan An and turned to look at Shan Yue, who was eating quietly. "And you—"
Shan Yue had long guessed Sun Ling's intention of making an example of her. She was jealous that she was rich and wanted to ask her for money!
