"You unfilial son, I might as well beat you to death, otherwise you'll anger me to death sooner or later..."
While hitting and cursing, Old Madam Wen looked at Wen Yizhong, who raised his arms to block but didn't dare to make a sound, her face full of resentment.
After a long time, seeing Wen Yizhong remain silent and thinking he realized his mistake and had no reply, Old Madam Wen finally stopped.
Huffing and puffing, Old Madam Wen took a few steps forward, intending to comfort Wen Yiming. Just as she was about to move, she heard Wen Yizhong's offensive words.
"Mom, in your heart, there is only Wen's and only my big brother, so all of us are just their foils, and in the future, we have to bury them, right?"
Wen Yizhong stubbornly looked at Old Madam Wen and asked.
"You... do you only feel at ease if you anger me to death?"
Turning back and pointing at Wen Yizhong, Old Madam Wen was caught off guard and started coughing.
