Hong Yan cursed angrily, "What nonsense are you talking! Has my lady helped you only to earn enmity?
The cold melon seedlings worth ten gold pieces are sought after by outsiders hoping to buy them from my lady, yet she still considers it. But for the sake of taking care of clan relatives, my lady lent them to you without batting an eyelid and did not charge a single penny.
And now you're biting us back! Do you find it uncomfortable living at the foot of the mountain and want to be the wolf of Zhongshan? If not for greed..."
"Hong Yan, stop talking." Lin Wanwan stopped Hong Yan. Going further would be inappropriate, as one must respect the dead, and it's inauspicious to speak ill of the deceased in the memorial hall.
