Qiangqiang and Xiao Feng saw Lu Jiajie, extremely happy; both of them pounced on him at the same time, hugging him, "Daddy, Daddy, I missed you so much."
In Yangcheng City for three months, he too longed for his two children day and night, "Let's go, Dad will take you home."
Mother Ma stopped him with a smile on her face and said, "Why go back when you can eat here? Coincidentally, today I bought two pounds of mutton and a pig's trotter, and I've cooked them all."
Lu Jiajie replied coldly, "For a country bumpkin like me, who doesn't deserve to appear in public, I don't deserve to sit at your table, let alone eat your family's meat."
Those words were Ma Dahua's insults, and Mother Ma hadn't uttered a word back then. Since they didn't give him face initially, and now they were trying to suck his blood, he naturally wouldn't offer any respect in return.
Mother Ma's face turned as red as a liver.
