Lian Yingya's pent-up sorrow and anger had reached a breaking point.
He was also a member of this family, so why, when he faced injustice outside, did he receive only criticism and reprimands from his parents?
Lian Yingya suddenly slammed the table and pointed accusatively at Lian Xiao's nose, shouting, "I get bullied outside, and you don't even ask questions before condemning me! What kind of useless father are you? You think you're so great because you have some money? You think raising a successor for the Lian Family is enough? What about me?"
"How do you treat me? You only had two sons; can't you treat us equally?"
"If this happened to my brother today, how would you two old fools react?"
"You would definitely try to investigate, to see if it was that woman's fault!"
"But with me, you just assume I did it!"
"In your eyes, I'm just trash, right?"
The more Lian Yingya spoke, the angrier he became, feeling the urge to strike his parents.
