"Bang," Hong Pei slammed the teacup onto the table.
"What do you mean? What do you mean your dad just twisted his foot? Haven't your sister and I been taking care of him these days? You can't even come home, nor can you contribute any money?"
"Mom, that's not what I meant...."
"Madam Mother-in-law."
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the living room—
"Father-in-law's illness has already been checked, it's not serious. I've settled the hospital expenses, so please don't make it difficult for Wanzhi anymore."
Several people looked up to see Jiang Mingchuan, dressed in a suit, walking in from outside.
He seemed to have just arrived back, a layer of light sweat glistening on his forehead, and carrying a briefcase in his hand.
Behind him followed a stern-faced man.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Meng Xuezhi stood up straight, seemingly somewhat intimidated.
"Dad...."
Hong Pei also stood up in surprise, "Old man? What are you doing here?"
