"You say it doesn't matter because you think it doesn't matter? She has my blood in her veins, alive she's a daughter of the old Zhu family, and dead she'll still belong to the Zhu family. You think you can sever ties with me that easily? No way! Since you're unwilling to lend me the money, then I'm afraid I have no choice but to take Xiao Zhu away."
Zhu Jianguo finished speaking, walked over to Xiao Zhu, grabbed her arm, and headed for the door.
Xiao Zhu huddled up, unwilling to go, and struggled with her arm, "I won't go with you, let go of me."
Seeing he could not move her, Zhu Jianguo turned and glared at Zhu's mother, "What are you standing there for, come and help."
Zhu's mother hurried over, grabbed Xiao Zhu's other hand, but she still felt a pang of sympathy for her daughter and persuaded her, "Be good, come back with us. You surely can't bear to see your father beaten to death by those debt collectors, can you?"
