"Mother, didn't you say that she wouldn't get married?"
"She's going to marry that pretty boy." Zhou Erlang's face darkened, his usually honest face filled with anger.
"If she has the guts to marry him, I want to see if he has the guts to marry her."
" Lin Fujin is a widow. Where did she get her face from? "
Zhou Erlang was silent. He knew that his mother was not a reasonable person, but he did not want to stop her.
"I want to see how that pretty boy can protect her except for his face."
"Isn't she destined to be rich? So this rich life is a man who has had enough of playing with rich people." The old lady's mouth was filthy.
The door opposite opened with a clang.
"It's so noisy so early in the morning. It's so noisy!" The old woman in the blue dress opposite him kicked the door with a sharp kick.
Only then did Old Madam Zhou shut her mouth with a gloomy face.
