"Alright, alright."
Yan Xiaofeng impatiently threw down his shoe sole and continued sitting on the bed gnawing a chicken leg.
"Anyway, I'll only help you control them for one more day. Hurry up and bring me the money. I have to say, with all the business deals I've done, you're the only old fool who drags things out, even has to scrape together money to buy a kid. It's pathetic."
After being scolded by Yan Xiaofeng, the old village chief didn't say anything, just let out a light sigh.
"Oh, my poor son, cursed with sterility… I just want a grandson, why is it so difficult..."
The old man, possibly overwhelmed with sadness, began to cry as he spoke…
"Oh my God, stop crying. I really give up."
"Look, you have two grandsons now, why don't you just let them take care of you in your old age?"
While the two kept arguing, Luo Fei was ready to make a move.
