"That old hag is past her prime, how could she compare to me!" Auntie Sun said proudly, caressing the few strands of hair falling by her bun and twirling them around her finger.
Indeed, she was only a bit past twenty, slim, and had lived in a brothel previously, never doing any hard labor, which naturally meant her skin was more delicate and pale. She also knew how to dress herself up, and had her ways with men.
Madam Xie, a village woman, had been rough and unkempt at the Mo family for over a decade, only knowing how to bury herself in work, manage household affairs, and take care of her daughter. She certainly was far behind her.
"My wife speaks rightly," Mo Xiaoqiang glared at Madam Ruan, then turned his face toward Auntie Sun, smiling tenderly.
