"How can't a young girl like her attend to Uncle Ye?"
Tang Wanyuan felt resentful inside, disgusted by those who bully others with their power and look down on people with disdain.
"Sir, please rest assured, I am capable," Tang Wanyuan said firmly.
But Ying Wuqiu no longer looked at her, instead he walked over and sat next to Ye Zhenhua, glancing at the some food on the coffee table—moreover, it was takeout from a meal box. He was very frustrated and turned to look at Ye Zhenhua.
"Is this brought in from outside?"
Ye Zhenhua kept a straight face, not wanting to talk to him.
In his eyes, this son was naturally vicious, unrecognizable to kin, and utterly malicious.
If it had been earlier, he might have allowed him to acknowledge his ancestors and return to the family, but now, he had driven away his wife, son, and daughter-in-law, for this, even in death, he would never forgive him.
So now even speaking a single word to him, he was too stingy to spare.
