Qin Fen's self-esteem was wounded by Qin Jian's words. He grabbed Song Yueqin's hand and shook his head, "Forget it. Let's talk about this tomorrow."
Song Yueqin knew Qin Fen had gone soft and decided to needle him further, "I think your brother is right, you really aren't a man! Your brother is taking your sister-in-law's side! What about you? You crumble just because your brother provokes you with a few words, turning into this sorry state. I was counting on you to provide for our future, but you can't even get back what's owed to us. Am I supposed to spend the rest of my life with you, surviving on Northwest winds? I finally come up with a good idea, stake out the place for several days, and we finally get through the door, and now you chicken out."