As for other people's gossip, she never took it to heart. She was firm in her stance that she knew nothing, regardless of what others said.
Seeing her dim-witted son happily walking around with five yuan made the smile on Old Lady Song's face disappear, replaced with a long, cranky face.
"Come clean the table now."
Old Lady Song ordered in a deep voice to the kitchen. What was she thinking, eating for free without working? There's no such thing in this world as getting food without lifting a finger. If she couldn't even do this, she might as well stop eating.
But she had been scolding for a while and still, no one came out.
It wasn't until she pushed open the kitchen door that she found Tang Yuxin half-dead in a corner, and it reminded her of what she had almost forgotten.
She had beaten this woman, almost to death.
