"Do you have any dignity left? Are you still a man of Ma Family?" Ma Zhicai's tone became harsh. He had always looked down on his eldest brother, Ma Xincai, because he was a scholar. Usually, when Ma Xincai saw him, he would always treat him respectfully. Unexpectedly, he was scolded by Ma Xincai, a weakling, and his anger flared up immediately.
"Such a shrew, only a man like you would treat her as a treasure." He sneered sarcastically.
Ma Xincai's face turned red. He too was a man, how could he take this kind of mockery. He looked at Ms. Huang, wanting to scold her a few words, but when he looked down and saw their two children in tears, and the look of utter despair on Ms. Huang's face, he suddenly found himself unable to say anything.
"Ma Xincai, if you're a man, come with me, let's cut ties with them, so they won't keep draining our blood like leeches." Ms. Huang said, crying, as she once again aired her years of grievances in front of everyone.