At this moment, the 18-year-old youth following the group threw his arms behind his head, walking forward with exaggerated movements, his eyes burning with passion. He greedily observed Ouyang Yuxin.
"Yuxin, my wife!" he declared. "What you say is wrong. Since the Ouyang family donated the money to us, the money belongs to the Zeng family. When we gave the same amount to you, that is called lending. Where's the wrong in that?"
Ouyang Yuxin's eyes filled with disgust. "Scram! Who is your wife? Zeng Shenbao, mind your words! The Zeng family forgets the favors others have done for them! We, the Ouyang family, do not owe you anything!"
Zeng Nantian laughed coldly. "We the Zeng family decide if you owe us anything or not. Is the Ouyang family still living 100 years in the past?"
The Zeng family broke into fits of mocking laughter. The Ouyang family became enraged by the humiliation.
