"What are you prattling on about, girl? Don't you use the silver that Changhong earns from hunting? Who's feeding you?" Lin Baiyi stopped his work, frowning irritatedly at his daughter.
"Dad, I just feel bad for big brother." Lin Caihe retorted, pouting her lips.
"You feel bad for your big brother, and so does Sangsang. Who do you think Changhong goes hunting in the mountains for? If one day I ask him to stop hunting and not bring home any grain, would you accept that?"
Lin Baiyi countered her with a stern tone.
He would not pander to his own daughter, who spent every day butting heads with Sangsang, contradicting everything she said, nearly enough to anger him to death!
"I..."
Now, Lin Caihe found herself speechless.
How could she not understand the situation at home? If Lin Changhong really stopped hunting, they could starve to death.