"Second Brother, what did you say?" Zhong Yin widened her eyes, then stood defiantly in front of her own courtyard gate.
Zhong Lang's expression was very ugly: "Yin'er, everything in my courtyard and Mother's has been sold, and it's still not enough. For Mother's sake, just pretend you never had those things!"
"Impossible!" Zhong Yin, like a cat with its hackles raised, wasn't cute at all but instead looked ferocious, "Those are my things, you can't touch them."
Zhong Lang's gaze towards Zhong Yin changed, his tone unquestionable: "Stop being willful. Don't forget how you got those things. They were never yours to begin with, and now you're unwilling to use them to save Mother? Do you even have a conscience?"
Zhong Yin refused to accept this and jumped up: "I'm heartless? Why don't you continue to seek help from the Wei Family? They are the ones with deep pockets."
