An uproar.
Jiang Xingye couldn't help but look at the Jiang Daicao sisters, both of whom had wide eyes, seemingly unable to believe what they had heard.
"Dad, is it true?" Jiang Daicao stepped forward and asked.
Jiang Youliang roared, "Don't listen to this crazy woman's nonsense."
His face was flushed with anger, which in Jiang Daicao's eyes, could only be embarrassment turning into anger. Her tears rolled down, "Dad, when Mom died, you promised her you would raise us well, you said you wouldn't let anyone bully us."
Liu Zhenzhu lunged at Jiang Youliang, hugging his leg, and cried, "Husband, Hongbing and Hongguo's surname is Jiang, they're not Zhaos. Husband, you can't kick us out, I will give you a son. Your deceased wife could only have daughters who are a burden."
