However, the first sentence that came out of Song Wenbai's mouth made Madam Song's jaw drop.
"Xinlan, your daughter-in-law has caused trouble. You have to give me some money so I can deal with the aftermath for her."
Madam Song frowned, her face full of suspicion as she glared at Song Wenbai, "Song Wenbai, you've only been over 60 for a few years, haven't you? Have you developed dementia so soon?"
It was her daughter-in-law who had caused trouble. Since when was it Song Wenbai's place, as the father-in-law, to deal with the aftermath?
Besides, such a cute daughter-in-law as Zhenzhen, even if she caused trouble, was her responsibility as the mother-in-law to fix, not for Song Wenbai, the cheap father-in-law, to step in.
Song Wenbai sat across from Madam Song and sighed, "Ah, what about you? I haven't provoked you recently, have I? Why are you so angry with me? Even if it's menopause, shouldn't it be over by now?"
