"Ya Molian, you little beast, how could you forget the kindness of when I took you in, out of pity, and raised you? Now you've moved out and turned against my family; has your conscience been swallowed by a dog?"
Ya Tu pointed at Ya Molian's yard and shouted.
In the other yard, all the members of the Lin family appeared. Lin Changhong held a bowl of rice in his hand while stuffing his mouth with it, standing in the yard listening to the noise outside.
"What's Uncle Ya Tu up to, Brother Molian?" He asked Ya Molian, who stood beside his sister.
He was peacefully eating in the dining room when Ya Tu's rant almost choked him. Fortunately, he was quick and took a sip of soup from his vegetable bowl just in time. Otherwise, he might've actually choked to death.
"Should we go check it out?" Lin Caisang quietly asked Ya Molian.