"Old hag, tell me, is Yan Jun your biological son?"
Hong Xiaoping violently yanked the rag out of Old Mrs. Yan's mouth. "You tell me, is Yan Jun your real son? Why do you constantly bleed Yan Jun dry just to support your two eldest sons?"
"If you don't make this clear, tomorrow I'm going to cause a scene at your two eldest sons' workplaces. I'm going to ask them if our family can't even afford to eat, if we're such good-for-nothings that your wife and children actually need my Yan Jun's money to survive."
Chapter 1487