Shi Xiuhua flew into a rage. Her voice couldn't help but rise as she fumed, "No! No way! Absolutely not! That's a separate matter! Even if that other Lin family can give you more, who would ever complain about having too much money? We have two sons of our own, you know..."
"You idiot, keep your voice down."
Lin Ding was both furious and anxious. He rushed over, clamped a hand over Shi Xiuhua's mouth, his face dark. "How can you be as stupid as Yan Zi?" he berated her in a low voice. "Is this something you can just shout about? You have sons, but aren't Third and Fourth Dad's sons, too? Who do you think he cares about more, his sons or his grandsons? If they hear you carrying on like this, what do you think they'll think?"
Suddenly, Lin Ding began to regret telling Shi Xiuhua everything. 'This woman usually seems fine,' he thought, 'so why is she acting just as stupid as our daughter at such a critical moment? She must have inherited it from her.'
