Xu Canyang immediately fell silent, but as he lowered his head, he shot Xu Zijin a vicious glare.
That damned mouth of his, incapable of speaking properly, yet here he was dredging up all these old matters—how could the old lady possibly let this go?
"Stop playing dumb! Speak up!" The old lady stomped her foot and walked over.
"It's nothing. You must have misheard," Xu Zijin said definitively.
The old lady's expression darkened further. The tacit understanding between father and son only proved there was something amiss. "Nonsense. I heard it loud and clear! I may be old, but my ears aren't deaf yet."
Alright, not only did Mr. Xu have a tendency to let loose some profanity, but even Mrs. Xu joined in the "profanity club" right here, right now.
This time, Xu Zijin said nothing, playing dumb.
"Xu Canyang, you speak! What exactly are you all hiding from me?"
Seeing her son remain silent, the old lady shifted her focus to her husband.
