"What? Su Guang slept here on the floor last night?"
The crowd buzzed with disbelief. "Didn't he keep bragging that he was staying in the presidential suite with some prince? Good heavens, so these four sleeping mats are the so-called presidential suite!"
As Su Hua's words sank in, the scene fell into a dead silence, which was promptly shattered by a chaotic uproar.
"Su Mengqing! Give us our money back! Your dad scammed all of us, and you said you'd take responsibility!"
"That son of a bitch! He really preys on his own relatives!"
"He scammed us once four years ago, and now, four years later, a leopard can't change its spots!"
All of the Su family's friends and relatives were enraged. They surged forward, surrounding Su Mengqing and her family, their voices a cacophony of angry shouts.
"Su Hua! How dare you hit my sister? You must have a death wish!" Su Gang blustered from his wheelchair, though he instinctively flinched back.
