"Besides, where did such an elder brother come from? I won't recognize anything that had nothing to do with me. We don't share the same father nor the same mother, what kind of relative is he?" Qiao Mei said.
Zhang Qian had stood there for the entire afternoon without saying a word. He was too embarrassed to stay here when his mother was being so unreasonable and worried that he might need to say something later. Zhang Qian dragged Zhang Wei and Zhang Chao and pushed them towards Qiao Mei.
"These are your mother's children! Take them with you! They are related to you so you can keep them!" He then turned around and wanted to leave with Old Madam Zhang and Zhang Cong.
"Mother, let's go!" Zhang Qian shouted and hurried out without looking back, as if he was trying to avoid the god of plague.
