Feng Youcai's face turned beet red as he panted, "That's exactly what I mean. Since Feng Xi and Feng Xuxu have asked to leave the clan on their own, they are no longer members of the Feng Family, and thus they cannot take Feng Family's silver."
"Alright, then have Feng Xi and Feng Xuxu present the origins of their silver. If it's left by Dahong, then return it to you. If not, Uncle Youcai, let's put an end to this matter. How can Uncle Youcai object?" The village chief spoke emphatically. It seemed like a question, but it was, in fact, pressuring Feng Youcai to agree.
Feng Youcai glanced at his two sons, then turned his head to look at Feng Xi, pondering whether Feng Xi could produce evidence and also wondering whether Dahong could possibly have had that much silver.
"Dad, it's your turn to speak," Santian, seeing his father remain silent, urged anxiously, fixated on the idea that silver in his dad's hands was as good as in his own.
