"Chen Xiao, don't you have any manners left!"
"Is this how you talk to your uncle?"
From behind Chen Yuan, a man with glasses came forward. It was Chen Yuan's eldest son, Chen Ding.
Seeing his eldest son also coming over, Chen Yuan seemed to gain some confidence, puffing his beard and glaring:
"A good-for-nothing brat who disregards his elders, not even bothering to greet your elders after returning. And you even dare to kick my door. Can you even afford to pay for this door?"
Chen Xiao chuckled at these words, looking at Lin Xi behind him: "Is that so? Honey, bring the bag."
Lin Xi handed over the bag, and Chen Xiao took out twenty thousand in cash from it, asking, "Is it enough?"
Without waiting for Chen Yuan to speak, Chen Xiao took out another fifty thousand in cash from the bag: "Is it enough?"
Chen Yuan's eyes widened, and Chen Ding furrowed his brows.
Chen Xiao sneered: "Not saying anything? Xiaoxi, take it all out!"
