"Enough!" Hang Qingming erupted for the first time ever at his mother, unable to bear it any longer, "That money was hard-earned by Ah Meng and it has nothing to do with us! Aren't you afraid that people will point at your backbone if this gets out?"
Yang Mengchen and the three others were startled, particularly Hang Zijue and Hou Jingya, who were so dumbstruck it took them a while to come to their senses.
From a young age, Hang Qingming had always been mild-mannered and refined, rarely speaking loudly, let alone having a confrontation or argument with anyone.
Now, not only was he yelling at them, he was also livid, with veins bulging on his temples and his eyes ablaze as if there were flames flickering within.
Hang Zijue's lips were tightly pursed. After all, he had no say in this household, but he felt a pang of sorrow for his son.
