Huo Jinnan repeated it again, "June 13, 1983"
"I hate her, despise her hypocritical facade, with her belly all swollen..."
The old patriarch wavered slightly. At the time, he never imagined that Ayun did it on purpose.
In his eyes, Ayun always seemed like an lonely girl who had lost her parents early in life, often hiding in a corner, crying secretly, simply a child who acted out to get attention and love from him and Qichang.
Huo Jinnan looked at the old patriarch, "If there is debt, the only thing my mother owed the Huo Family was a heart. If Grandpa feels that's not enough, name your price. If it's less, I'll make up the difference."
The old patriarch looked at Huo Jinnan, "How can you insult your elder uncle like that?"
Huo Jinnan spoke in a low voice, "If it's an insult, so be it."
"You..."
The old patriarch was so angry that he swung his walking stick at Huo Jinnan.
Huo Jinnan reached out, his large hand accurately grasping the walking stick.