"Do you have tens of millions in your hands?"
Ouyang Feng and his son looked at each other in disbelief. It had to be a joke, driving a ten-thousand-dollar car, claiming to be worth millions — who are they fooling?
"If you don't believe it, forget it. No one's begging you to believe it anyway."
Liu Chen pouted, acting like he couldn't care less.
"Xue Yi, let's go inside. Don't mingle with these poor relatives in the future." Liu Chen took Ouyang Xueyi by the hand.
Upon hearing the words "poor relatives," Ouyang Feng's face immediately darkened, and he said angrily, "We might be poor, and you may be rich, but I haven't seen you bring much money to honor your grandmother." This was a provocation from Ouyang Feng, trying to get Liu Chen and Ouyang Xiangyi to give their grandmother money, which he would then take away. It was all part of the scheme.
