"Your money?"
Madam Tang repeated, her eyes shooting flames.
At the right moment, Tang Jianjun reminded, "Dad, in one family, your money is the family's!"
Father Tang turned his head and yelled at his son, "Shut up, do children get to interrupt when adults are speaking?"
Tang Jianjun sneered and clenched his fist, "Dad, I'm giving you a chance to rephrase that!"
Father Tang: ...
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
Madam Tang slapped Father Tang across the face.
"You've got some nerve, yelling at me after eating my food, drinking my drinks, and then talking about your money?"
She was really furious.
She said to Tang Jianjun, "Younger son, hold him down, today I really want to see how much pocket money he still has!"
Tang Jianjun loudly agreed, and Tang Jianbing who had just entered from the doorway rubbed his hands together, "Mom, I'll help you!"
Guess every child would be eager to search through Dad's secret money stash.
