Right after Xu Qinghe and his family left, Liu Sanmei jumped in and said, "Xu Zhong, what's your deal? If you really want to protect them, why don't you just go live with them? I haven't even asked him to fork out some money for us to build a house yet."
"So how much do you want them to give?" Xu Zhong's face was dark with anger.
"Just a thousand or two, you see their furniture factory, all those cars coming and going, how could they not be making money? A thousand or two is peanuts for them." Liu Sanmei was getting more fired up as she spoke, "He's your son—sons build houses for their fathers, how is that wrong?"
"How can you be so shameless?"
Xu Zhong couldn't listen anymore. Where on earth did Liu Sanmei get the nerve to bring up building a house with Xu Qinghe's family?
"Xu Zhong, you tell me straight, who's shameless? I'm only doing this for your sake!" Liu Sanmei's voice got weaker the more she saw Xu Zhong's gloomy face.
