"Third son, let me ask you one question, no matter how I ask, you refuse to help your big brother and fourth brother, right?" Old Lady Wang stared at Ye Qiu intensely, her gaze as sharp as a knife.
Ye Qiu stood firm, resolutely saying, "Yes."
"Good, good." Old Lady Wang coldly laughed, "You're truly my good son. Are you going to disown even me, your own mother? Are you planning to cut off ties with me?"
"Mother, I don't mean to disown you, please don't force me." Pain filled Ye Qiu's face. At this moment, the Jia family couldn't bear to watch anymore, but lacked the authority to speak.
"I am forcing you now, what will you do? Third son, if you don't help your big brother and fourth brother, do you believe I'll report you to the government for being unfilial? I'd like to see how Cong Ying and Cong Zi will get married in the future, being the daughters of an unfilial and unjust man."
