Seeing Brother Guang leave, Fang Xiaoshan finally plopped down on the ground, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and unexpectedly the old lady yanked him up by his ear, "Fang Xiaoshan, you waste of space, look at what you've done—you've just thrown away twenty-one hundred yuan! The house has been emptied out, the floor pointing to the sky, how are we supposed to live from now on? Your wedding is just around the corner, what are you going to marry your bride with? Aren't you just asking for our lives?"
"Ow, ow, grandma, go easy on me, please! It hurts to death, ow, it hurts to death!" Fang Xiaoshan pulled the old lady's hand from his ear and vigorously rubbed it, "Grandma, I'm your only grandson, doesn't it hurt your heart to hit me? If something happens to me because of this, who will give birth to your great-grandson in the future, huh?"
He was full of grievances.
