Cheng Juye also said that during this period, he had been hit too hard, displaced, suffering from family misfortune plus being chased for debt, the extreme disparity left him completely lacking his past grace. Being retorted by Yu Zexiao, his eyes reddened, and his suppressed anger could no longer be contained: "Yu Zexiao, at the very least we are your elders, is this how you speak to us? Isn't Tingting Anning's sister? What's wrong with us asking her for help?"
"Do you even dare say you're Anning's elder?" Jian Anning wanted to speak, but Yu Zexiao stopped her with one hand, "Then let me ask you, how old was Anning when she came to your family? Sixteen, she wasn't even an adult! Your wife is her mother, she should have been raising her! Did you give a single penny for her upbringing in those first sixteen years? Who told you to marry her mother at that time? Since you married her, when her father's relatives passed away, you should have raised her!"
