"Mother, she hurt Chuner, who is now lying on the bed," Xuexue stamped her foot in anger and cried out.
The foster mother was just too blindly filial in her past life, which led to her tragic death.
"My Chuner!" Upon hearing that Chuner had been injured by Old Lady Mo, Madam Xie dropped everything, threw the carrying pole onto the ground, and rushed back to the room.
"Psh! A money-loser like that, worth all the fuss?" Auntie Sun curled her lips in disdain.
"Even a money-loser is better than your infertile Xiaoqiang," Xuexue, who was about to follow Madam Xie inside, turned her head and coldly dropped the remark upon hearing Auntie Sun's words.
