Fang Yilian quickly scolded her son, but in return, she rolled her eyes at him.
"Mom, you are the only one who regards yourself as one of us."
Yan Shaoren went upstairs in a casual manner, leaving the embarrassed crowd behind.
"Mom, don't be angry with brother. He will be better in the future."
A cute girl who looked like she was in her teens came forward and held her mother, who was trembling with anger. She was Fang Yanlian's youngest daughter, who was in high school, and her name was Yan Mengxi.
The old man was also very angry. He knocked the stick heavily on the ground, which made everyone suddenly quiet. He shouted,
"You bastard."
Yan Shaochen said the most delightful sentence for the old master since he entered the door.
"My health is more important."
Everyone took their sea
