"Damn it, I could smell meat cooking from outside, and you still had the nerve to say there was no money at home!"
Before Han Juyou's father had even stepped across the threshold, his curses reached the ears of the two people inside.
Liu Muye turned his head toward the door and saw that it was indeed the same man who had been pestering Han Juyou for money at school. The man smelled much less of alcohol today; he must have gambled away every last coin in his pockets and couldn't afford to buy any more drinks.
Chapter 27