"Shut up! I know Shuangshuang better than you do!" Mu Dashan shouted at Mu Dazhong.
"Of course, she's your daughter. You're naturally biased towards her!" Mu Dazhong retorted.
Who knew, Mu Dashan refused to hand over the money.
"Dad, I won't use this money to treat Xiangxiang's illness!" Mu Dashan said and then fell silent.
Mr. Mu understood what he meant and turned to scold Mu Dazhong.
"You, second son, why is your mouth so foul? It was our Old Mu Family's fault before, not Shuangshuang's. Why do you speak of her like that?"
"No, Dad, I..." Mu Dazhong tried to argue.
"Shut up and apologize! Apologize to the third branch and to Shuangshuang!" Mr. Mu ordered.
"Dad, I didn't do anything wrong..."
The words "didn't do anything wrong" reminded Mr. Mu of Old Mrs. Mu, who also always claimed she wasn't wrong no matter what happened.
Without much hesitation, Mr. Mu picked up his tobacco pipe and struck Mu Dazhong hard with it.
"Apologize..."
