"Ah, after so many years, I thought Uncle Xie's family was doing well. What's a few thousand bucks? Seeing you so worked up over it... truly pathetic!"
Wu Xiaoshan's indifferent words almost choked Xie Kun and his son to death.
It took a long while before Xie Kun recovered, and out of embarrassment and anger he said, "You brat are still so ignorant! I can't understand why that old fart liked you so much in the past. He got what he deserved, dying without anyone by his side!"
Hearing Xie Kun and his son insult the old man over and over, even though Wu Xiaoshan didn't want to cause trouble, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
He glared at Xie Kun, teeth clenched, and said, "Xie Kun, don't say I didn't warn you. If you dare to say one more word about the old man, you'll have me to deal with!"
