"She's not coming over," He Juncai pointed at Luo Qianqian, who stood motionless and said.
"Then can't you go over there?" He Guo said angrily, "Why are you so lazy? Can't even walk a few more steps?"
"Isn't that just like you?" He Juncai retorted and was about to go downstairs.
He Wenyu hurried downstairs, deliberately bumped into He Juncai, causing the heavy-set man to lose his balance and suddenly sit down on the stairs.
"Ouch, my dear grandchild, are you alright?" Cong Xin hurried over to help He Juncai up, then she turned to He Wenyu, enraged, "You money loser, you bumped into my grandchild and you think you can leave without paying? Get that money loser of a mother of yours to bring the money over!"
"You think I won't leave just because you say so? Stubborn old hag." He Wenyu's last four words were spoken softly; even He Guo at the doorway couldn't hear them clearly, but Cong Xin heard them loud and clear.
