"Ouch... it hurts... it hurts..." Even though he was drunk, Mr. Mu still felt the pain and shouted loudly.
"Hmph, you still know it hurts. With such a big issue at home, you still have the heart to drink!"
Old Mrs. Mu didn't care whether Mr. Mu could hear or not, the force in her hand did not lighten.
Gradually regaining consciousness, Mr. Mu looked at Old Mrs. Mu standing at the head of the bed, and said dizzily, "Did you hit me, woman? Why do I feel my arm hurts so much?"
"You're full of crap, you old geezer. Let me ask you, is the third branch willing to hand over the money?"
Money was never far from Old Mrs. Mu's mind; Mr. Mu frowned.
"Why are you fussing blindly? The silver is from the third branch. Whether to give it or not is their matter."
"Fine, you old geezer, you actually said such a thing. Who was it that agreed to sell that stinky girl to finance the eldest son?"
Old Mrs. Mu turned the tables, which made Mr. Mu furious.
