As the crowd listened, their expressions darkened. No wonder He Tiping dared to claim the money wasn't spent on him—apparently, spending it on his family didn't count in his book.
"The He Family sure knows how to scheme," Gu Wenheng said, kindly laying it out for the stunned crowd. "We're all just poor farmers. Where do you get off putting on such pointless formalities? You must have hosted quite a few of these big and small birthday banquets. I wonder what kind of gifts my silly sister received during these celebrations?"
"We're all family. It's entirely voluntary," He Tiping mumbled weakly.
"What a double standard! You're bleeding the same sheep dry. Now that you've squeezed your own wife for all she's worth, you're targeting the entire Gu Family." Wang Caiyue stood with her hands on her hips, her sarcastic barrage unceasing. "Your He Family is so large, yet you're doing so miserably that you have to beg for water money?
