Old Master Zeng didn't care how much money they had at home, nor did he care about the mess in the yard that had just been smashed; he was simply overcome with a headache every time he thought of his third son's words, "I've had enough."
And to think that his biological son had exposed his shortcomings in front of the entire village, he felt that he had lost all face. Anyway, he had a key to the cashbox at home.
If he'd had enough, then he should just leave.
The grandsons from the second and fourth branches of the Zeng Family quickly stepped forward to persuade, "Grandfather, dividing the family is a serious matter, why not wait for grandma to return before discussing this?"
They weren't fools – with their grandmother absent, if Grandfather gave more to the third branch, wouldn't they be at a loss?