Qi Miao rolled her eyes at the phone, "Zhou Daqiang, can you have so sha? What does your marriage and buying a house have to do with ? I’m not your mom."
On the other end of the phone, Zhou Daqiang sneered at Qi Miao’s words and said:
"You’re a mber of our Zhou family, and I’m the only male descendant. The Zhou family relies on to carry on the family line. You, a losing-money-good-for-nothing, were born to support . If you can’t even serve this purpose, what’s the use of Mom giving birth to you?"
Zhou Daqiang said this confidently, not feeling the least bit shaless about his words.
Qi Miao, on the other hand, couldn’t help but tremble with anger as she listened to his blatant belittlent.
How could she have such a terrible family background?
If she were to live in this kind of family for thirty years, she would go insane.
"If you’re sick in the head, go get treatnt. Even if your family has a royal position to inherit, it has nothing to do with ."
Having said that, she hung up the phone.
Little did she know, Zhou Daqiang called back as soon as she hung up.
Qi Miao was annoyed and turned off her phone directly.
"Damn that hysterical woman, she’s getting out of hand,"
Zhou Daqiang was so angry that he smashed his phone on the ground, shattering it.
Next to him stood a nervous middle-aged woman who was terrified by his anger.
She seed very afraid of Zhou Daqiang. After he cald down a bit, she approached him and asked in a low voice:
"What happened? What did your sister say?"
"That damn woman said my marriage is none of her business, and she even turned off her phone."
The middle-aged woman exploded upon hearing this, "That ungrateful wretch really said that? I risked my life to swap her with the daughter of a wealthy family back then, letting her live the life of luxury for thirty years. And now she doesn’t rember my kindness or support her own brother properly. What’s the point of raising her, an ungrateful wretch, when we could have raised a dog that we could at least eat after it grew up?"
The middle-aged woman cursed and stomped her feet in anger.
After Zhou Daqiang and the middle-aged woman finished cursing Qi Miao, he sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and said while kicking away a nearby can:
"So what do we do now? Xiao i’s father said they don’t want any betrothal gifts from us, but we must have a house in the market area. Where would our family get the money to buy a house in City A?"
As he spoke, his face showed a hint of irritation.
The middle-aged woman, hearing the exhaustion and helplessness in her son’s voice, felt extrely distressed.
She also couldn’t help but feel resentful towards Xiao i’s family in her heart.
"Really, what’s with Xiao i’s family? How could they be so demanding? They don’t even consider that their daughter is already 26 years old. Back in our hotown, children her age are already working. You’re even one year younger than her, and it’s already great that soone wants to marry her, yet they still demand so much."
As she spoke, her mouth twitched disdainfully, making her face very unpleasant to look at.
Zhou Daqiang looked at her but didn’t say anything, not knowing if he agreed with his mother’s opinion or not.
After a while, he finally said: "There’s no use talking about this now. Xiao i’s father said that without a house, there won’t be a marriage. There are many young n in their workplace chasing Xiao i. Even if she doesn’t marry , there are plenty of people for her to marry. He’s not giving much ti. I have to buy a house."
"I don’t believe that she’s still so popular at her age."
The woman’s face still showed undisguised disdain.
Although Zhou Daqiang’s mindset was similar to his mother’s, he still had so self-awareness.
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