"Although I am not my parents' biological son, I am just a godson without identity!"
"But I also know very well that I should try my best to respect my parents, make them happy and satisfy them!"
"As long as they can laugh more, even if I throw all my money down, I will be willing!"
"But when you come to you, it's just perfunctory, and it turns out to be a thought!"
"Hey, it seems that I'm an outsider after all!"
"I am wholeheartedly good to my parents, but I am still not as good as a radish with mud!"
Speaking of this, Li Rongshan looked aggrieved and then pretended to be strong.
Zhang Lina hurriedly supported Li Rongshan, who was a little shaky and dizzy at the moment, and said softly: "Rongshan, how many times have I said it."
"Although you treat your parents as your biological parents, you are filial to others, but blood is thicker than water. How can you compare to them?"
Hearing this, a sigh came from all around him, looking at Li Rongshan with a look of regret.
"Yes, it's rare to see Li Rongshan's son as filial as he is now!"
"Mr. Zheng and Ms. Tang have no queen. It is their luck to meet such a filial godson at this age!"
"The most important thing is that Li Rongshan is more filial to them than their biological daughter!"
"This calligraphy and painting of Tang Yin, worth 100,000, represents infinite intentions!"
"Everyone says that a married daughter is splashed with water. I didn't expect that she would get married yet, and even her godson is not as good as her godson!"
"I think Mr. Zheng and Ms. Tang should leave all their property to Li Rongshan, the godson!"
"You can't give these ungrateful wolves!"
"you......"
Hearing these guests' words, Zheng Xiaoxuan was so angry that her face turned red.
And Zheng Man'er's expression was a bit cold.
How could she not see that these guests had been bribed by Li Rongshan and his wife long ago.
This Li Rongshan not only covets her beauty, but also believes that the voice of the Zhen family's ninth room is in the hands of Zheng Jun, so he wants to make this happen.
"Man'er, Xiaoxuan, don't be angry."
"Although my mud-carrot is not worth ten yuan, it is also more valuable than someone's things."
At this moment, Ye Hao spoke out indifferently.
"After all, the fake son of our parents made this fake painting, which is not worth even ten yuan."
Hearing this, the audience was as quiet as death.
Fake painting?
Isn't ten dollars worth it?
Everyone looked at Li Rongshan with surprise.
"You fart!"
"I spent 100,000 yuan to buy this painting from a prodigal son!"
"For this thing, I almost turned against several collectors in Jinling!"
"This thing has also been approved by authoritatively and is worth at least one million!"
"Why did it become fake when you, your son-in-law, come to your door?"
When Li Rongshan heard Ye Hao questioning him, he felt his scalp numb and started to explain in a hurry.
"My surname is Ye, I want you to apologize and apologize for this matter!"
He is a bit harsh and cowardly on the inside.
"Otherwise, this matter will never end!"
Zhang Lina also looked at Ye Hao with a look of contempt.
"Ye Hao, I have heard from my mother about your deeds these days!"
"You are just a son-in-law who is on the way with Man'er!"
"What calligraphy and painting do you know?"
"I tell you that you can eat randomly, and you can't talk randomly!"
"If you do this again, I will take you responsibility for the King's Law!"
Many people reacted when they heard Zhang Lina's words.
I was almost fooled by this waste just now.
Can a son-in-law still understand profound calligraphy and painting?