Chu Heng could be respectful and obsequious for the sake of money, swallowing his anger to flatter and fawn, but Chu Zuo was not that kind of person.
After listening to Chu Zhiyi's words, his anger surged uncontrollably, and he had completely forgotten what Chu Heng had said before. He sneered and said, "By your logic, then my parents shouldn't have raised you. They should have tossed you into the fields and left your fate to the heavens!"
"My parents raised you. Everything you ate and wore in your early life, wasn't it all bought with my parents' money? What's wrong? Now that you've hitched yourself to a sturdier tree, you start kicking us when we're down and acting high and mighty in our house? You're so capable, why don't you have your husband return everything you've consumed over the years?"
"Xiao Zuo! What are you talking about!" Chu Heng shouted angrily.