"I am sixty, and my son is twenty, isn't that very normal?" Tang Youming looked down on Yang Hongxing with contempt, "You can't have children now, you must feel sour inside."
"Get out!" Yang Hongxing pointed to the door, looking like she was about to throw someone out, "Leave right now! If you don't, I'll call the police and village committee! The divorce was your insistence, and now you're still clinging on here, not leaving. Are you even a man?"
"Cough cough... If you ask him to leave now, you don't even know where he can go. He's penniless; even renting a room requires money. Considering the adage that 'a couple owes a hundred days of grace, just let him stay here until he finds a place," Peng Jiayao was very dissatisfied with Yang Hongxing's attitude, but since they all had to live there, she had to suppress her temper for the time being.
Peng Jiayao didn't bring a lot of money. Her original plan was to rely on her son for food, clothing, lodging, and all her needs.
