Wei pulled a toy gun out of a drawer. His childish face was furious. "This bastard! He tried to give my nephew away! I'll shoot him!"
Song Yao was caught between laughter and tears. She squatted down and touched his head. "How old are you? You're still a child. Why are you so bitter and hateful all day long?"
She finished and made Wei a big bowl of orange soda for him to drink.
Wei pouted, feeling wronged.
How was he a child? He was already ten years old this year! Even Auntie said that he was an indomitable man!
Who were they looking down on? Sooner or later, he would give Yu Yong a good beating!
Today was the weekend, and the clothing factory would take half a day off. Song Yao took advantage of the fact that her aunt wasn't back yet to put the pork ribs she had bought into the sink to defrost. She also cut some onions, ginger, and garlic and waited for her aunt to come back from work to eat together.
