310 Clap (2/2)

He stared back with a sinister grin and said, ”Xiao Luo, should this be the tone when you talk to your own uncle?”

Xiao Luo lifted his head again and snorted faintly. ”My own uncle, you say? Do you remember how you treated my father back then when he came to you asking for help? He brought you a load of gifts, and you threw everything out and asked him to get out. I will never forget my father's disappointment, and he even forced himself to smile while he looked at me. You say you're my uncle, but when did you ever treat me like your nephew? And when did you ever treat my father as your brother-in-law? You can choose to not lend money, but why must you insult my father and destroy his dignity as a man?”

With these words, Hua Heying's eyes turned red. Although she wasn't present when it happened, from her man's sullen expression after returning home, she could guess what had taken place. This incident had always haunted her, and the pain never left her heart.

Hua Dexing was infuriated, and showing his vindictive nature, he began laughing. ”Did I say anything wrong? What good can possibly come from that farm of his? Gold won't surface from that pool of mud, he's just stupid, like those pigs he rears. Of all the things he can do, he insisted on doing that farming nonsense. It has been seven years, yet he's still where he started. Has he made a name for himself? No, right?”

Ji Siying frowned and knitted her brows. The last thing she expected was that Xiao Luo's own uncle could turn out to be such a lowly person.

”Outsiders have no right to comment on my father's affairs,” Xiao Luo retorted.

”Since he tried to borrow money from me, I am qualified to speak.”

”Then there's no need to talk further. Goodbye!” Xiao Luo said, gesturing toward the door.

Hua Xiaorong suddenly stood up, pointed his finger at Xiao Luo, and scowled, ”Xiao Luo, you don't even respect your own uncle, you damned disrespectful piece of sh*t. Who do you think you are!”

Xiao Luo glared at him and warned, ”Put your finger away!”

Hua Xiaorong scoffed, ”So what if I point at you? Do you think I don't know about your story? All you ever did was to win the heart of this rich girl beside you. If not for her, you will be worth less than a pile of dung in my… arrgh!”

A horrible shriek filled the room. In the next instant, Hua Xiaorong was whimpering on the ground, holding his finger in pain, as beads of sweat streamed down his forehead.

Having seen it happen, Ji Siying was wide-eyed and in awe. In a split second, Xiao Luo's hand shot out and snapped Hua Xiaorong's offending index finger, before swiftly retracting. His actions were so fast that no one saw happen.

”Xiaorong!?”

Hua Dexing called out to his son, then looked up and glared at Xiao Luo. ”What have you done?”

Xiao Luo grinned as if nothing had happened. ”Oh, I don't like people pointing their fingers and scolding at me. His finger is broken. If you bring him to the hospital in time, he'll get better in about ten days, maybe half a month.”

”You!”

Hua Dexing helped Hua Xiaorong up, and they promptly left. Seething as he walked past by Hua Heying, he stopped and said, ”What a great son you've brought up!”

Hua Heying remained silent. To have such a brother was bad enough, but to be caught between him and her son, she didn't know how to react.

”Hold up, take these things away, we don't need them.” Xiao Luo pointed at the wine and gifts on the table.

Hua Dexing turned his head around and eyeing Xiao Luo viciously, said, ”That isn't necessary, I'll just treat it like I've given them to a dirty swine!”

”A dirty swine, huh?”

Xiao Luo smiled, then before Hua Dexing could even react, Xiao Luo was right in front of him, landing a searing slap on his uncle's left cheek.

Thwack!

Hua Dexing stood in a state of shock before he suddenly slumped to the floor, fainting from the blow.

Hua Xiaorong was on the floor next to his father, sweating in terror, as he stared at Xiao Luo's fierce bearing.

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