Yang Zhanquan was almost immediately infuriated, cursing wildly into the phone, "You ungrateful wretch, I paid for your education, and now you act as if it's your right.
We relied on each other to survive. Have you forgotten how I took care of you back then? You damned bastard, I should have strangled you then, thrown you out—ungrateful son of a bitch..."
Yang Zhanyou couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh as he listened to the incessant cursing: "The house was given to us by our parents, you have no right to kick me out.
My life was also given to me by our parents, if you kill me you'll go to prison, are you still my brother?
I always felt that it wasn't easy for the two of us brothers to depend on each other for survival, but I never expected I meant nothing to you. You can take the two hundred yuan if you want; if not, then forget about it." After saying his piece, Yang Zhanyou immediately hung up the phone.
