Zhuang Yingcheng took a deep breath, his face flushing as he spoke.
It's said you shouldn't air your family's dirty laundry in public, but he was now doing the exact opposite, making a big show of telling everything to these men who were like uncles to him. He was partly venting his grievances and partly seeing if he could drum up some support.
At his words, the atmosphere in the tea room grew a little awkward.
'This kid... he really doesn't think before he speaks.'
He was just here to pay a Mid-Autumn Festival visit and have a cup of tea. Jackie Chan had only asked a casual question, but who would've thought he'd drop such a bombshell.
'He's acting like a sniveling little girl.'
