"Li Xingguo, this is my home. It's none of your business to tell me what to do. My wife can say whatever she wants in her own home," the second son said calmly.

Chunni looked at Li Xingguo smugly, "Do you really think anyone welcomes you here?"

Li Xingguo struggled for a few moments, then said to Li Mancang and Wu Zhiqi, "Mom and Dad, I will definitely pay back this money." He didn't dare to confront his second son and his wife directly.

“I’ve already fulfilled my duty by raising you. How you raise your children is none of my business, and I won’t get involved. Your father and I are over seventy, almost eighty, and we haven’t seen you for over a year. When you come back, it’s only to borrow money. I’m not your ATM, and we don’t have that kind of relationship,” Wu Zhiqi said calmly.

"Mom, it's all my fault. I was the one who stopped them from coming back. Xingguo misses you both very much. Mom and Dad, take your anger out on me. It's all my fault. It's not Xingguo's fault." Dong Yun immediately took the blame upon herself.

Wu Zhiqi: "We're not children anymore, there's no point in saying these things. We're so old, it's fine if we can't count on you, but don't expect us to be there for you every time something happens. If we die, who will you rely on?"

"Mom, I know I was wrong. It's understandable that you're angry with me. You can hit me or scold me all you want, but the child did nothing wrong. You can't just watch her be ruined." Li Xingguo's eyes were full of pleading.

Little Fish shook Wu Zhiqi's arm and said, "Grandma, I will definitely be filial to you in the future."

Wu Zhiqi: "Not going to an international school means you're wasting your time? Potato stew with sweet potatoes, a broken millstone with a lame donkey, dog shit with mud, what pot you use the lid for. Do what you're capable of, those are the people you can use, don't fantasize about integrating into circles that don't suit your status. The children are yours, what path they choose is your business, one generation doesn't care about the affairs of two generations."

“Which of Xiaoyu’s children didn’t get into top universities on their own merit? Are their achievements now considered low? Will not attending an international school hinder your child’s journey to the moon?” Chunni mocked.

Dong Yun glared at Chunni, and Chunni glared back.

Li Xingguo: "Mom and Dad, children are different. We can't use the old educational concepts to educate children nowadays. Xiaoyuer is more suited to Western education. I'm also having some financial problems. I didn't ask the family for this money; I will pay it back."

Wu Zhiqi would never believe him. Even if he could pay it back, it would be like throwing good money after bad. He'd take it this year, but what about next year? High school? University? Graduate school? Studying abroad…

Before Wu Zhiqi could speak, the third son lazily said, "Mom, my three children are going to study in the United States. Young Master Bai has already arranged everything. It's only about 300,000 yuan per person per year, so it's 1 million yuan for all three. Could you lend me 1 million yuan first?"

"Third brother, what are you doing causing trouble?" Li Xingguo asked, frowning.

"Your three, going abroad? Hah..." Dong Yun mocked.

The third son, with a deadpan expression, said, "You can lend it, but I can't. Our child is better suited to American education. Going abroad and hanging out with their godfather will give them a bright future. What lousy international school circle can compare?"