Seeing Wang Xiangmei with tears streaming down her face, someone pulled at the sleeves of Miao Fengqin and Wang Fengqiao.
When the sisters-in-law turned around, it was Jin Cuihua.
"Auntie, little aunt, is she really Tianjun's maternal aunt? Tianjun's grandfather's family is so wealthy, his uncle has been abroad and has drunk foreign ink, how could he have married such a wife? She's even cruder than I am!" Jin Cuihua puffed out her chest and touched her temples, "I just heard from the crowd that she's the daughter of a capitalist, but is this really what a capitalist's daughter looks like?"
Compared to Wang Xiangmei, Jin Cuihua felt herself transformed into a Heavenly Immortal, and moreover, a very gentle and reasonable one, unlike Wang Xiangmei's shameless brashness, a match for Wang Lingzhi.
Miao Fengqin coughed once and did not answer.
