"Yo, Shuangshuang, you've even invited Uncle Fu Wu over. Are you planning to sell that good acre of land you swindled from your grandfather?"
Mu Dazhong happened to overhear the talk of "selling land" and spoke without any filter.
"I knew it, you took great effort to take that piece of good land from our family, just waiting for a time when our parents aren't paying attention to secretly sell it. Listen to me, if you don't give me my share, I'll go tell Mom!"
Mu Dazhong shamelessly pushed his limits.
He didn't care if there were outsiders present at the moment.
Mu Dashan's face turned red with anger, and he quickly explained, "Second Brother, I'm not selling land, I'm..."
"Enough, Third Brother, you don't need to explain. I won't tell Mom about this, but first let Shuang bring me some tea leaves."
As Mu Dazhong spoke, he kept a sharp eye on the Eight Immortals table in the courtyard.
