Old Mrs. Sun could run half of Song Nian's household, so after giving her instructions, she stood up and even patted Huzi's head. Huzi felt inexplicably uncomfortable and shrank his neck.
"Alright, that settles it. I have to go now, there's still work to do at home. Oh, Jinrong, give mom five yuan. Song Nian, you're going back to the countryside tomorrow, so stop by your mother's house and bring back some grain, or else we'll have nothing left at home."
Song Nian's face looked very bad.
But he and his wife hadn't yet discussed how to confront Old Mrs. Sun.
What was disgusting and frightening was that they were even considering targeting Little Nuan.
Old Mrs. Sun, seeing that the couple didn't agree as usual, was not very happy.
So, she immediately sat on the common ground shared by several surrounding families, started slapping her thighs, and began to wail.
She cried about being a widow with orphans and how hard it was to raise a few children.
