Qiann Yan: "I'll give my money to whoever I want. What right do you have to intervene?"
"If you give the money to Little Han, don't expect me to take care of you in your old age," Jiang Cong said righteously, still glaring at Jiang Jinghan with a hostile look.
Jiang Jinghan was amused by the absurdity, thinking this truly was a piece of work.
Even Jiang Lid chimed in, "Exactly. You're not favoring Little Cong, but instead favoring a married-off daughter. Let's see who takes care of you in your old age."
Qiann Yan: "Then return all the expenses I spent on you over those years."
Jiang Cong was slightly intimidated by her words, seeking help from Jiang Lid.
Clearly, this was the time when his dad should act, but who knows why today his dad just stood there, not making a move.
Perhaps Jiang Lid wanted to assert authority in front of his son, so he slapped Qiann Yan across the face, catching her off guard, intending to teach her a lesson and vent his own frustration.
