"Ungrateful child!"
Manager Feng felt a sudden rush of blood to his mouth, picked up the paperweight on the table, and threw it at Feng Chuan, leaving a swollen bruise on Feng Chuan's head.
He had just paid off two hundred taels for Feng Chuan, and he never expected there was still a debt of a thousand taels waiting for him.
"Do you even know what a thousand taels means? How dare you?" Manager Feng gasped as he cursed.
"Second Uncle... No, Father, I was framed." Feng Chuan looked aggrieved.
With resentment in his heart, Feng Chuan held his head, thinking, after all, he was the adopted son. If he was his second uncle's biological son, would his second uncle have hit him like this?
"You were framed? Even now, you don't know where you went wrong and you're still trying to argue." Manager Feng was so angry he could hardly contain himself.
Knowing Feng Chuan's usual behavior, Manager Feng never believed that Feng Chuan was framed.
