Tong Fusheng finally couldn't hold it in any longer and slammed his hand on the dining table.
He yelled at Tong Huaqiong, "Look at your bunch of brats, pulling out hairpins and taking off clothes, and you're just watching? You think I'm dead or what?"
Mrs. Wang was trembling with anger, pointing at Tong Fusheng and saying, "Look at your good sister, look at the brood she's raising."
It was as if they wanted to eat up her pair of children.
Tong Huaqiong burst out laughing and said, "Taohua and Dashi take after me in temperament. But Zhao Di and Zhijie, what are you doing with Taohua's hairpin and wearing Dashi's clothes? Is this how you behave as guests in our house? Taking without asking is theft. This is what you taught me before, eldest brother, you who are supposed to be a learned person, how could you forget this principle?"
Tong Fusheng was choked by Tong Huaqiong's words.
He looked up, staring blankly at Tong Huaqiong.
