Just when everyone had forgotten about this matter, it erupted without any warning.
On this day, as He Ziyun returned home carrying his drawing board, he noticed something was off with the atmosphere at home. However, he didn't think too much of it. Just as he was about to walk through the living room and head upstairs to his room, a cup was thrown towards his face. The cup hit him, then fell to the ground with the sound of shattering porcelain.
"He Ziyun, you still have the gall to come home? What terrible deeds did I commit in my past life to give birth to a debt collector like you? It's bad enough you waste your days just painting, but I was willing to support you for a lifetime. And what did you do! You're going to bring down the entire He family. How formidable you are, He Ziyun. Tell me, what debt do I owe you that makes you treat me like this? Tell me!"
