Seeing this, Yang Chuxia quickly told the servants to follow behind, and also told the old ladies to go back.
Only then did she turn back to look at Ms. Luo.
Ms. Luo's heart shuddered, knowing she had said the wrong thing.
Yang Xiaochuan was more direct, kicking her with a foot, his casual air quite similar to Yang Chuxia's style, though his words were not so pleasant to hear.
"You dumbass, in front of Father, you speak of medical fees? Couldn't you have discussed this privately with the first branch of the family?"
Listening to Yang Xiaochuan's words, it was clear that he and Ms. Luo shared the same miserly mindset, both unwilling to part with that bit of silver.
Ms. Liu sneered and looked at the couple, then said, "This matter is because of my family, so we will pay for it. It was just Xiaxia who advanced the money. Xiaxia, wait for me, and I'll count the money for you."
