"Damn it! What the hell did you do to burn through all my money already?"
The curse echoed in a small, somewhat dirty apartment.
If Noan were here, he would certainly recognise the people in this apartment.
Indeed, they were Noan's father, mother, and younger brother, Negon.
Negon's father angrily shouted, his face already old and ugly, now even more so due to his rage.
"Father! We still have plenty of money," Negon said, sitting on the couch with his legs up on the table, his attitude utterly cocky. "If we're short on cash, we can just go to my brother for more. Why do you have to yell at me like that?"
"Exactly," Negon's mother chimed in, quickly walking out of the bedroom and patting Negon's head. "My son spends a little money, and you yell at him. Do you even consider him your son anymore?"
