"I told you, how could you suddenly cling to such a wealthy family? It turns out you won tens of millions in the lottery and wouldn't tell us. We raised you with great effort, and you turned into an ingrate!"
Father Yang pointed at Yang Yingying, his face twisted in anger.
Tens of millions, money that could change one's fate, and yet this worthless thing stayed silent.
Yang Yingying's face turned pale instantly. Seeing Mu Ran pick up a beer bottle, she quickly said, "You should go back first. I'll handle this matter."
She then raised her voice to the bewildered crowd, "I've got some family matters to handle, so this gathering is over. Thank you all for coming."
Everyone looked at Yang Yingying's father approaching aggressively and glanced at her with concern. But understanding it was a private family matter not to be seen by outsiders, they left considerately.
