In the living room, Tong Xiangqiao was kneeling in front of Tong Sikui, crying her heart out. This time, there was no pretense. Tears were pouring down her face, revealing her grievances and Tong Yaohui's ruthlessness. Tong Sikui's deadpan eyes rolled towards Tong Yaohui. He lifted his stiff arm and beckoned to Tong Yaohui.
"Second son, you come here."
Tong Yaohui stood still with a dark face and didn't move, which seemed to aggravate Tong Sikui, who began to cough violently. Interestingly enough, it looked a lot like Tong's old man before he died.
"Second brother, our father is calling you, you'd better come over and kneel down to him! He must have something to say to you." Tong Xiangqiao urged Tong Yaohui to kneel down like her. She had a hunch that her father was certainly going to scold her second brother.