Yang Qing stepped forward, glaring at Chang Xiujuan and her son, "Jia Jia's sixty thousand yuan is her own—it's hers to spend however she wants."
"Her own?"
Chang Xiujuan sneered, "What do you mean, 'her own'? I raised her until she grew this big. Not to mention the money, even her life is mine."
"Utterly unreasonable." Yang Qing laughed angrily.
Siao Fan sneered, "What's it to you? Shut your mouth. You're just like that loser Xu Ke, always yapping on and on. This is the Siao household, and you don't get a say."
Yang Qing trembled with rage.
Siao Fan turned his head, glaring at Siao Jia, "Where's the money?"
"I..."
"What 'I'?" Chang Xiujuan stepped forward and pinched Siao Jia harshly, "Spill it out, now."
Siao Jia yelped in pain, crying out, "I'll tell, I'll tell, just let go."
Then Chang Xiujuan released her grip.
"To set up Xu Ke, I used it to buy his chat logs," Siao Jia said, head bowed.
"What?" Chang Xiujuan's eyes widened in shock.