Yao Zhonghua left with Tian Zhuang and his card. Even though Tian Zhuang didn't cry, Yao Zhonghua still unilaterally decided that if anyone dared ask Tian Zhuang to return the card in the future, they should call him immediately.
As an uncle, he loves his nephews equally, without bias towards anyone.
Instead, the sensible and hardworking Tian Zhuang received even more of Yao Zhonghua's affection.
Unlike Yao Fang, Yao Zhonghua believed that balancing the family meant making all the sons 'good'.
"Tian Fu, what good does this do for you? Are you trying to keep an eye on Brother Wu's money?" Tian Wei looked at Tian Fu, his face dark, almost murderous.
Tian Fu scoffed, "If I were to embezzle even a cent from Brother Wu, may I be hit by a car upon leaving home, struck by lightning in the mountains! And may my daughters become prostitutes and sons slaves in the future."
"But if you dare to embezzle Brother Wu's money, be careful of retribution on your descendants..."
