After a long moment of stunned silence, the two elderly people finally understood what Zhao Lei had said.
"You—what did you say?!"
The old man's voice trembled with anger.
Zhao Lei heard the sound of the old man banging his cane heavily against the floor on the other end of the phone.
His face was full of bitterness.
He understood the old man's anger.
But...
"Those pearls mean a great deal to me."
He had never thought of selling them.
Even though he had known they were worth a fortune from the moment he first saw them.
"What does it matter whether they're important or not?"
The old man was furious. "Could they possibly be more important than family?"
"Could they possibly be more important than your nephew's wedding?"
The old man gasped for breath.
"Dad, don't get worked up," Zhao Lei said worriedly.
His hair was already gray, so how much older was the old man?
At his age, he couldn't withstand too much emotional strain.
"Don't get worked up?"
The old man swore at him. "How could I not get worked up with a son like you?!"
"You grew up and got too big for your boots. You don't listen to a word us old folks say anymore."
"We told you to find a steady job, but you wouldn't. We told you to start a family, but you refused..."
"And now, at your age, you're still all alone."
"You've achieved nothing!"
The old man clutched his chest and stopped shouting.
The old woman spoke. Compared with the old man's furious tirade, she was much more patient and earnest. "Lei Lei, Xiao Feng is the only child in our Zhao family."
Lei Lei?
Zhao Lei was briefly dazed.
Ever since he'd grown up, he'd rarely heard his