"Where's my money?" The old lady was relentless.
Bai Jianguo glanced at Bai Xiao and Bai Yue—why were they so oblivious, standing there like wooden pillars? Didn't they see that he and his mother were talking?
With those two present, Bai Jianguo couldn't muster his usual charming act; he was too embarrassed, he still had some pride.
As soon as the old lady caught Bai Jianguo's look, her face darkened, "Why are you looking at Bai Yue and Bai Xiao? I'm talking to you! Where's my money? Bring it here—that's my nest egg, not a penny less will do!" When Bai Jianguo pouted, his old lady knew exactly what was up.
Bai Xiao and Bai Yue treated Bai Jianguo as if he were invisible—it wasn't that Bai Xiao didn't want to leave, but a family quarrel like this was a dramatic spectacle not to be missed. Curiosity was human nature, and Bai Xiao was no exception. After all, it was a scene he had orchestrated; it would be a pity not to watch it unfold.
Bai Jianguo had no moves left.