"My family is not ill!" Yu Ang said, annoyed at the statement.
Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang showed a look of helplessness, "People get all sorts of illnesses from eating grains. You might not need it now, but you'll eventually find it useful. So many in the Capital City seek out Lady Bei, and she doesn't pay them any heed."
"That's her business if she doesn't pay them heed, but her indifference doesn't make up for my loss! That is a family heirloom of mine!" Yu Ang said, glaring at Bei Yun, grinding his teeth so hard that his moustache trembled, looking as if he wanted to pounce on him and bite him to death.
Bei Yun blinked innocently, "It was your grandson who happened to be contending with Miss Qiao at that time."
