At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Lin Jinhua's eyes suddenly showed a cold light.

He didn't hide or evade, and received a solid slap from Lin Zi.

There was a loud 'pop' sound.

Lin Jinhua staggered a few steps to the side, but her back remained straight.

Feeling a burning pain on her face, Lin Jinhua raised her hand and stopped the waiters who were about to step forward to help.

He lowered his eyebrows and called out, "Dad."

Lin Zi, who was glared at by everyone around him, was still panicking when he saw Lin Jinhua looking so useless.

Lin Zi snorted coldly, feeling confident.

"You unfilial daughter, still remember that I am your father."

“I’ve been asked to stand here and wait for so long, my feet are sore!”

Lin Jinhua raised her hand and hooked a few scattered strands of black hair behind her ears.

Then he approached Lin Zi, blessed his body, and lowered his voice:

"Not only do I remember that you are my father."

"I still remember in the first year of Yongping, you owed five taels of silver to the gambling house and almost had your hands and feet chopped off."

"After that, you worked as a waiter for a few months."

Lin Jinhua straightened up, with a sarcastic smile on her lips.

It's a pity that his father is ugly and sells himself, so he can't get a good price.

.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a hard work for several months.

Lin Zi's vision turned black. He was about to ask for money, but it was blocked in his throat and was replaced by anger.

Although Lin Jinhua's voice was extremely quiet, he always felt that the people around him were speaking.

They all seemed to be looking at him with strange eyes.

It was as if someone had stripped him of his clothes and thrown him into a busy city, which made him feel ashamed.

He was furious and roared: "Rebellious girl!"

He raised his palm and waved it towards Lin Jinhua again.

Unexpectedly, Lin Jinhua retreated quickly this time.

The slap failed, and Lin Zi was even more angry.

Tibu chased him out of the store. The street was crowded with people, and Lin Jinhua was standing under the steps of the store.

She turned around and cried so hard that her voice was sad and moving.

"Dad, don't gamble anymore."

"You robbed my grandfather of his land title and forcibly sold the land. How can my grandfather live?"

Lin Zi was startled.

Before he had time to think about it, how did Lin Jinhua know that he had robbed his father's land deed.

I saw a passerby come forward and said in anger: "I hate gamblers the most in my life!"

"I see that you are not young anymore. Your father is probably quite old."

"How could you do such an unconscionable thing!"

"Is your conscience eaten by a dog?"

Lin Zi clenched his hands into fists and replied: "I am my father's son. A hundred years from now, my father's fields will also be mine."

"I just brought it in advance to use, why not?"

In the teahouse opposite, a person looked out through the window screen.

After hearing Lin Ziyan, he commented: "What a filial son. His father is really unlucky to have such a son."

Xie Yuheng shook the wine in the glass cup.

His voice was extremely lazy, "How could that be?"

"His father is also a gambler, and the Three Character Classic says that it is the fault of a son not to teach his father."

"You're just reaping the consequences."

Xie Yuheng chuckled, raised his glass and drank the wine in one gulp.

Looking at Xie Mingli across from him, he felt a headache and stopped talking.

Xie Yuheng raised his lips and smiled: "Don't worry, brother, Yuheng's drinking capacity has improved."

The red bird pecking at the pear blossom cake took some time out of his busy schedule to nod its head.

"Chi chi chi chi..."

Ah, yes, yes!

Someone had been practicing drinking for nearly ten years, and finally changed from one drink to five drinks.

The drinking capacity is really huge - a big improvement, ah!

Xie Yuheng heard the birdsong and narrowed his eyes dangerously.