"It's that woman, the very one people talk about," Zhang's mother bragged immensely, as proud as if she were boasting about her own belongings.
"She's the daughter of the big boss around here, all this land belongs to their family, and in the future, if we want several sets of houses, we can have them, just with a word from our Yong'an."
Her mouth kept on boasting, yet she failed to notice those inappropriate expressions on Sang Zhilan's face at the time.
And there Sang Zhilan stood, staring blankly at the young woman approaching from a distance, along with two chubby babies at her side—those must be the two children, who would have thought they were twins, and they really do look alike.
Zhang's mother kept blowing her own trumpet, but Wei Jiani couldn't help herself anymore, "Mom, even if she is that good, she still has nothing to do with us."
