"Must you be so aggressively pressing?" Zhong Huaiwen's face turned ashen.
Zhong Jue looked at him, laughing as he retorted, "Am I really the one who orchestrated today's events? If Aunt Wei hadn't been covetous of the family estate, would this have happened at all? If Grandmother and you hadn't favored some over others, would I have been driven to this point? Besides, wasn't it you, Father, who examined the accounts and then stormed into Aunt Wei's courtyard to confront her three days ago?"
"You..." Zhong Huaiwen's face fluctuated from green to white, unable to respond.
