C194 Hollowing out the bottom of the house

The old horse roared at the phone with bloodshot eyes, "You bastard! Your mother died in childbirth! I'll raise you little by little, you! You unfilial son! That's how you repay us, you unfilial son! Let me ask you, after all these years, have you ever done anything for your family? Have you ever cared about me except for the money? Have you ever been to your mother's spirit before? Every time