Yang Qing stepped forward, glaring at Chang Xiujuan and her son. "Siao Jia's sixty thousand yuan is her own—it's hers to spend however she wants."
"Her own?"
Chang Xiujuan sneered, "What do you mean, 'her own'? I raised her. Never mind the money, her life is mine."
"Utterly unreasonable." Yang Qing laughed in anger.
Siao Fan sneered, "What's it to you? Shut your mouth. You're just like that loser Xu Ke, always yapping. This is the Siao household, and you don't get a say."
Yang Qing trembled with rage.
Siao Fan turned, glaring at Siao Jia. "Where's the money?"
"I..."
"What 'I'?" Chang Xiujuan stepped forward and pinched Siao Jia harshly. "Spill it. Now."
Siao Jia yelped in pain. "I'll talk, I'll talk! Just let go!"
Only then did Chang Xiujuan release her grip.
"I used it to buy Xu Ke's chat logs to frame him," Siao Jia said, her head bowed.
"What?" Chang Xiujuan's eyes widened.
Siao Fan roared, "Are you fucking crazy? You used my money for that?"
