"Enough, stop all the fuss." Luo Dashan had been driven to the extremity of irritation by Zhou Yunmei these days. He yelled at Zhou Yunmei,
"In fact, there is really nothing serious. Yun Mei, you really need to restrain your temper. As for the medical expenses of the second son, Pingying told me she's already paid. You didn't contribute any money either, so why are you making such a fuss?"
"I..." Zhou Yunmei saw Luo Dashan yelling at her too, her lips pouted, and she was on the verge of falling to the ground and crying loudly.
"Forget it, if you want to make a scene, then keep at it." Fang Pingying was tired of watching this melodrama. Watching it too much made her angry, which wasn't good for the baby in her womb. She coldly said to Zhou Yunmei,
"I'm leaving. As Zhiyong said, if you really can do as you say, following our departure by opting to end your life, then we might as well die with you, and put an end to all this."
