Those little sluts had embarrassed her in the village today.
Thinking about it, Yang Jindi's face darkened. She was only in her forties, but because of the look of tyranny on her face, she looked like a vicious old woman.
"Mom, you're still angry, huh?" Wang Qiang asked, sitting sloppily across from Yang Jindi.
"Who the hell are you calling "mom?" It's just a pact we have." Yang Jindi looked at Wang Qiang, irritated.
Wang Qiang had a baby face and looked like he was in his twenties, but he was actually late into his thirties. When the two of them first arrived at the village, they agreed to pretend to be mother and son in order to get a better house.
"Alright, alright, alright. Sister Jin, my bad. But what about our house? We can't live here. " Wang Qiang looked at the house with slight disdain.
It was fine until Wang Qiang brought this up, filling Yang Jindi with anger.
