“You say An Yimo is unfilial, right? If anyone should be struck by lightning, it’s you.”

Ye Bufan glared at her angrily, “Do you know what kind of life your daughter has been living all these years? She’s a woman, working herself to death out there. She made money to buy you a house, to feed you, to house you, and how did you treat her in return?”

Zeng Yurong said, “She’s my daughter; she should support me and make money for me.”

“You’re ...