Liu Qiang's eyes went wide, choked speechless by her sharp retort.
'Liu Yaozu is the family's only male heir, their only hope for continuing the family line. How could he possibly be a good-for-nothing? How could Shen Lu compare him to a shabby rental unit?!'
Seeing Liu Qiang and Shen Lu about to fight, Yang Jing weakly spoke up, "Little Deer, don't say that about Yaozu. The money… if it's gone, it's gone. It wasn't much anyway, just twenty or thirty Star Coins."
"You spendthrift!" Liu Qiang couldn't win an argument with Shen Lu, but scolding his own wife was a different story—she'd never talk back. "Go on, earn twenty Star Coins for me right now! Don't you know what's going on? It's the sandstorm season! It's even hard to scavenge at the junkyard!"
