Meng Shuyun used a carrying pole to drive the father and his two sons out of the courtyard. She found the reclining chair in the main room disgusting, so she picked it up and threw it at their feet.

She stood at the door and coldly warned, "Forget about the two hundred yuan, fifty yuan each. If I don't see the money by tomorrow, you're in for a world of hurt."

The three men, father and sons, all looked increasingly grim.

Su Xiangyang was the most seriously injured, limping and with bruises on his face. Su Dahai wasn't in much better shape.

Su Xiangbei twisted his waist, realizing he had dodged too suddenly and gotten hurt, and looked at Su Dahai with a hint of reproach.

"Dad, what do we do now? We didn't get the house or the money, and we were even beaten. My wife is waiting for me to bring the money back to give birth to our baby."

Su Xiangyang rubbed his backside and complained, "Dad, is she really our mother? How could she be so cruel to us!"

"They keep asking for money, but where would I get any? I don't even have a job."

Su Xiangyang felt a chill run down his spine when he thought about how his first trip to the police station was because of his mother. He grabbed Su Dahai's arm and said nervously, "Dad, you can't abandon me! I'm your son, I'll take care of you in your old age."

What if my mother sends me to the police station again?

I can't go back in! If I do, I'll be ruined. How will I ever find a job or get married?

Su Xiangbei also held Su Dahai's other hand: "Dad, Xiaoxue is about to give birth. What will we do if we don't have the money to hire a midwife? You don't want anything to happen to your grandson, do you?"

Su Dahai was at his wits' end. He forcefully shook off his two sons' hands and said impatiently, "Alright, she's just saying it. What are you panicking about?"

She's being so heartless now; she'll regret it later.