"Look, my child is so young. There will be plenty of places to spend money in the future." Seeing that Chen Lichu was unmoved, Lu Guangzong brought up the child again.

His mother loves her eldest grandson the most. She can’t just ignore her own child, right?

Chen Lichu glanced at Lu Zihao and said, "Look at this child. From head to toe, is there a single piece of clothing that you bought for him?"

"Everything this child eats, drinks, uses, and plays with every day is bought with my own money."

"You still have the nerve to say you raise a child?"

"If I hadn't looked at the passbook today, I really wouldn't have known that you two had hidden so much money."

"How difficult is the family situation?"

"Your dad packed up the leftovers from the restaurant and ate them back home."

"Chunhua and I went to the vegetable market to pick up the rotten vegetable leaves that people had broken off."

"You two have secretly saved so much money. Have you ever helped the family?"

"No matter how hard life was for your father and I, we never asked you for a penny, right?"

"So since we gave birth to you, we have to support you for the rest of your life, right?"

"I'm not asking for anything in return, but you can't continue to rely on your parents for support, right?"

Chen Lichu was tired of scolding and was about to sit on the sofa to take a break. When he turned around, he saw Lu Yaozu kneeling on the ground with his face covered to coax his wife.

Her eyes were full of contempt. How could she give birth to such a shameful thing?

"Wow! Why is there still someone kneeling here?"

"I thought you could only kneel when visiting the graves of the dead!"

"Didn't the Qing Dynasty die long ago?"

"Why is kneeling still so popular?"

"Which feudal remnant did this?"