Cheng Can couldn't sit still any longer, his corpulent body bouncing up from the sofa as he pointed at Cheng Shang's nose and scolded, "Look at what a fine daughter you've raised, talking back to her elders, what a piece of work. And here I was, kindly suggesting Lin Jun, such a great kid, for Zhiyin."
"A forty-year-old kid?" Cheng Zhiwei curled her lips and let out an unapologetic laugh, "If he's so great, how come he can't find a wife?"
Cheng Can was furious with embarrassment, but Cheng Zhiwei was firm, and he could only vent his anger on the gentle Cheng Zhiyin, "Don't think I don't know, you're just a hen that doesn't lay eggs, what man would want you..."
"Get out." Cheng Shang, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up harshly, pointing at the door and directing Cheng Can to leave.
He was a professor, moreover, a history professor, when he got really angry he could only kick people out.
Cheng Can was even more furious, "I'm your sister."
