Meng Yunhan rebuked loudly, "Yes, I don't have the Zhao surname, but that doesn't mean I haven't been good to my dad. If it weren't for your visit today, I wouldn't have known at all that Dad had brothers. Now you come to our door asking to borrow the house, not to seize it. You need to be clear, this house belongs to my Dad, not something you can threaten me over to get. I'll tell you this: the way my Dad lives now, even in twenty, thirty years, you won't be able to catch up."
Old Master Zhao looked at them coldly. "Let's not talk about how I eat meat at every meal in Kyoto, how I pile up fruits and eat my fill. You've never even seen what Kyoto looks like. You want to threaten me? You have to see whether I'm even susceptible to your threats. This house is mine, and if I don't want to lend it to you, it's as simple as that. I have no brotherly affection for you. It was a clean break back in the day, and now, all of a sudden, when you want to borrow the house, you come knocking."