Qiao Jiasen had never paid attention to the flowers in his home before. He hadn't realized that flowers could cost so much!
He erupted with anger, "What was, was! Now is now! The company is already bankrupt, yet you still dare to spend so recklessly?! From now on, not even a single flower shall be bought! Not a single vase shall be bought! If you dare to buy, I dare to smash them all!"
Jiang Huiru was both terrified and aggrieved. She fell onto the sofa, bursting into tears, "It was only a flower that I bought, and you threatened to smash all my vases. You're not the same as before, you've completely changed!"
"You're not my son anymore. Give me back the obedient boy you used to be!"
"You used to never care about these little things, you never used to get angry at me!"
Qiao Jiasen looked at her coldly, "Your son has already died, ever since our home went bankrupt. When you and my dad repeatedly forced Qiao Yin to give money, and you squandered it all away, I had already died."