Luo Zhiyong had already been tormented by Zhou Yunmei over this matter yesterday, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. He was supposed to leave today and knew he would hardly return in the future, so he didn't want to argue anymore.
But Zhou Yunmei's words would infuriate anyone who heard them, and he couldn't help but growl at her in a low voice, "Go back, will you?"
"Just calmly receive your money every month, don't meddle in my affairs. If you really want a grandchild, let Zhiming and Fang Xiu have one for you. Just pretend you don't have me as a son."
"I..." Zhou Yunmei gasped for air, about to raise her voice again.
But she was abruptly stopped by Luo Dashan, "If you really want to lose a son, then keep making a fuss."
Zhou Yunmei had been talked down by Luo Dashan last night and had come to understand the seriousness of the situation to some extent. She didn't continue making a scene and just glanced at Luo Zhiyong.
