Yu Changhe and Sun exchanged a glance, then Sun stepped forward, "It's impossible to give you the land. Tomorrow I'll go back to my mother's house to borrow money. I don't know how much I can borrow, but I promise I'll repay Auntie as soon as possible."
Madam Feng tugged at Old Madam Zhao's sleeve, "Mother, since the money was lent by Zhao Kuo, isn't it inappropriate for you to demand it back?"
Old Madam Zhao turned back and slapped Madam Feng hard, "Are you saying I can't make decisions for my son? I am Zhao Kuo's mother, so my words are his intention!"
Seeing Madam Feng was hit, her eight-year-old daughter Zhao Chunyu hurried over and shouted at Old Madam Zhao, "Why are you hitting my mother? Why have you been hitting her these days?"
Old Madam Zhao, angry at her granddaughter's outburst, cursed, "All these years, she hasn't given me a grandson, just you, a girl. I've long wanted to hit her.
And you, brat, dare to have opinions? Be careful or I'll deal with you too!"
