Wang Cuihua was making dinner with Suizi when several people arrived at the door.
It was the family of Yang Six's wife, all of them wailing and crying.
An old lady so bent with age she couldn't stand straight was sitting on the ground, weeping.
"You heartless thing, Chen Hansui! You're bad luck personified! Give me back my great-grandson!"
Yu Jingting was still not back, busy in the fields.
These people chose their moment, timed their arrival just right.
Wang Cuihua was furious.
She tried to calm Suizi down.
"Don't you dare get angry, they're doing this just to upset you because you're pregnant."
Being angry while pregnant is very bad for the baby. These people are utterly devoid of conscience.
"I'm fine, mother, and you shouldn't go out there either." Suizi pulled two balls of cotton from the mattress and stuffed them in her ears.
If she didn't hear, she wouldn't get angry. Right now, nothing was more important than her baby.
