Lin Xiang listened to the commotion, stepped outside, and looked at the unreasonable old man. She felt he looked somewhat familiar, but before she could recall who he resembled, the couple who sold her the house hurried over.
"Dad, I've told you long ago, this house has been sold. It's not ours anymore!"
"I don't care!" The old man pushed his son aside. "I said it can't be sold, so it can't be sold! Did you have my consent to sell the house? Also, where's the money from the sale? Why didn't you give it to me?"
"Dad, let's discuss these things at home, you're making a scene in front of so many people, what if they start laughing at us..."
"I'd like to see who dares to laugh at me!"
The old man stood there, his murky eyes sweeping across the crowd. Those who were originally watching the drama now wished they could lower their heads to avoid being caught and scolded by him.
