Was Lian Shouren really sick? Lian Manman doubted it. Growing a beard to feign illness was a pity—it's unfortunate they didn't anticipate Brother Erlang and Brother Sanlang barging in to catch the conman, leaving no chance to enhance the makeup. Who would believe this act of sickness?
Even if he were truly sick, there would be no mercy.
"Uncle, Aunt, the money that you asked Second Uncle and Third Uncle to send back has been received by Grandpa," Lian Manman stared at Lian Shouren and Lady Gu, "We understand your intentions quite clearly."
Lian Shouren shifted his gaze away in a slight panic.
"Manman, we only meant to..." Lady Gu tried to explain.
"Dad was so angry that he vomited blood!" Lian Shouxin yelled, stepping forward to grab Lian Shouren's collar and lifting him up, "I don't care about others, but Brother, are you still Dad's son? Do you have a conscience? Will you kneel or not?"
"Dad, did Dad truly vomit blood?" Lian Shouren's voice quivered as he asked.