That sentence was almost practically roared out by Yang Chifeng.
His face was white with anger as his eyes were bloodshot, looking out of control as they had never seen before. "Mother. If things were to go on like this, the entire Yangs would be dead meat! You know very well what sort of a family the Lus are."
Yang Sitong bit down on her lips tightly and glared at him firmly with Mrs. Yang beside her. "So, you think that we're not dead meat if I do nothing at all?!"
Mrs. Yang looked at her son and sighed, "It was me… I was the one who had her do it."
Yang Chifeng was in disbelief. He sat down on a sofa beside him and fondled at his glabella with his fingers.
After a long time, he cooled down and asked, "Mum, don't you know what the situation is right now? There's a limit to how much you can spoil her."
