"Aunt Tan, if I were you, I'd have died of anger long ago. The ones with the ability and filial piety you take for granted, while those you dote on have hearts of wolves and lungs of dogs. You give them your heart, and they still doubt your sincerity."
Wei Clan looked at the old lady from the next door with a smile, feeling pity for her.
She had devoted her life to the Second Brother Tan, and yet not a single word of praise was returned.
Old Lady Zhou said with schadenfreude, "Having sons is like playing a game of losing horses, some folks just have bad luck and never draw a winning card, others just ruin whatever good they get even when they've got a winning hand."
The Tan Family exemplified the latter.
After all the trouble of raising a son of worth, they ended up severing ties.
If only they had treated Tan Zhenghong a little better back then, wouldn't they be living the good life now?
