He looked at Shen Wenzheng with a crazed expression, spewing anger, "Do you have any idea how they treated me? Every day at home, they ordered me around like I was their slave—mopping the floor, cooking, washing clothes, everything was done by me. That old bastard, he would find fault with me every two to three days, always picking on me, complaining about how this wasn't good enough, that wasn't right."
"I just don't understand. What makes them so superior? Just because they have a bit more damn money than me? So what if my family is a bit poorer and we live in their Cheng Family home? I've slaved away for that father and daughter, and still they are never satisfied. What more do they want from me?"
Shen Wenzheng then asked, "Just because of this, you wanted Cheng Bureau and Tongtong to die? With all you've said, aren't you just trying to cover up the hideous truth that you wanted to take over the Cheng Family mansion and their wealth?"