Qin Fen knew his misdeeds had been exposed, so he hung his head and hurriedly apologized to Qin Jian, "I'm sorry, brother! I was bewitched, our family isn't just short on money, we're desperately in need. My medical expenses require money, and mom and dad are constantly dipping into their savings. We can't even afford to have vegetables with our meals..."
"Making up stories! Keep making them up!" An Ping could no longer stand listening and lunged at Qin Fen, and the two of them scuffled once again.
"Stop it, all of you!" Qin Jian barked.
The fight today with An Ting was evenly matched, neither wanting to stop first, leading Qin Jian to step in. He grabbed an arm of each and twisted them backward.
Suddenly, both of them let out a wail.
"Let go, brother! It hurts like hell!"
"It hurts, hurts, hurts! Are you still my brother-in-law? Why are you so heavy-handed?"
