Chapter 517: One Million Six Hundred Eighty Thousand!

"Let me ask you, isn't it just an old piano? Why did you hit my grandson?" Yang Fangying grew more furious and splashed another bucket of water. Samwell Bishop's eyes were cold, staring icily at Yang Fangying. If she were ten years younger, Samwell might have slapped her. Yang Fangying wasn't done yet and fetched another bucket of water. "Aunt Yang, what are you doing?!" Zephne Frost realized what was happening and rushed to stop her. "What am I doing? He's so capable, right? He hits people just...