Lady Wu nudged Jiang Zhongxing's arm, "Look at your son!"
Jiang Zhongxing glanced sideways and chuckled, "Just like us when we were young."
Lady Wu rolled her eyes.
Jiang Zhongxing suddenly exclaimed, "Damn, I should've had those soldiers clean up before kicking them out."
Lady Wu immediately nodded in agreement.
Not long after, a carriage arrived at the door.
A middle-aged man stepped down from the carriage, came in, and knelt on the ground, "I am the steward for Liu Shoubi. By order of my master, I have come to compensate for the store's losses."
With that, he took out a stack of silver notes and raised them high.
As the steward arrived, Liu Shoubi was at home beating his son, beating him as if to death.
The steward watched in terror, sensing Liu Shoubi seemed to want to die along with his son.
Indeed, the official position was gone, and likely questioning and incarceration awaited; dying would be simpler for both father and son.
