Zhou Xiuhua had goosebumps when she witnessed this scene. She scoffed and said, "Zhao Meier, why don't you try acting your age. You're already 40 years old, yet you're still crying like a little girl. Don't you have any shame?
Go home if you want to cry. I want to vomit just from looking. Don't nauseate us further–you may have no shame but I still care about the image."
"You!!" Zhao Meier had been clinging to her husband and whining in his arms. Upon hearing that, she instantly choked on her cries, not knowing whether to continue crying or not. She was so angry that her chest hurt.
Yan Zhongqing was getting impatient with the bickering between these ignorant women, and was starting to have a headache from all this, so he turned to reprimand Yan Yaozong directly.
"Yan Yaozong, who exactly is the head of your family? Have you forgotten what your father had said to you before he died?"
