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"When we get old, hard of hearing and blurry-eyed, that's it, right?"
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Old Madam Chi frowned with a face full of mockery as she pointed at Wang Lin and said, "Put away that aggrieved look of yours. Over two separate incidents, you're the last person to feel wronged. Jing Ming got beaten, and he deserved every bit of it."
Knowing that today's purpose beyond celebrating a birthday couldn't be achieved, Wang Lin's expression gradually reverted to her usual arrogance.
"Mom, it's said that people are inherently biased, but even for you, this seems a bit too much, doesn't it?"
Chi Zhenghong, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up.
"I'm biased?"
Shaking her head with a smile, Old Madam Chi let out a wistful sigh and retorted, "You think your father and I are old, and thus senile, unable to discern right from wrong, is that it?"
"I... Mom, that's not what I meant."
