Feng Daji said, "Haven't I been grateful enough? I kindly took you in to live with us, only for you to make Qing Qing cry over a few words said by a child and to prepare to move out. You can move if you want, but how could you take the only thing of value in the house with you?"
"Feng Daji, do you dare to say these things to your father?" Liu Guoying, her chest heaving with anger, pointed at Feng Daji and said, "Feng Qing is just a child. Could he possibly have made up those words on his own? Could he come up with such venomous words saying he's afraid my wife will die in your house, turning it into a funeral parlor, and that you might even have to pay for the funeral expenses? My wife is simply a bit under the weather, yet you curse her to die early every day! If I hadn't happened to come home that day and overheard it, I wouldn't have known how much she had to endure alone at home!"
