Ate so much bread that even if you didn't get full this morning, you're definitely not hungry now.
Fan Tianhua glanced over toward Mei Yongfu and asked, "How's Uncle doing? Has he woken up yet?"
Fan Tianyu curled his lip, "Woke up my ass. All he did was cry so hard he staggered and fell over, not sure he was really faint. Whether he was faking it, I couldn't say, but he's definitely upset."
But honestly, nothing to be curious about here—Mei Yongfu's money is gone, wife paralyzed, daughter in ICU, son dead. With circumstances like this, he really is pitiful. Sadness is normal.
Wang Qiuhe still scoffed, but didn't argue with Fan Tianyu in front of him. Fan Tianyu drank some water, ate a few slices of bread, and then got called back. Meanwhile, Mei Mengzhen curiously asked, "Qiuhe, your attitude doesn't seem right. Given our family situation, your mom and Uncle should be on the same team. Shouldn't you treat Uncle differently?"
