Li Chunhua sat on the kang in the room, listening to the commotion outside, her eyes full of indifference.
She had come to realize that her son and his wife were good for nothing, corrupting their children one by one, turning them into worthless beings.
How could she have ever been so blind as to think her second son and his family were all good?
She refused to leave this place to her death because she felt she had committed many sins. Regarding Bai Xiao, she might not have felt much guilt, after all, she was not related by blood.
She did not think she had done anything wrong.
Yet, when it came to Bai Song, Bai Yue, and Bai Ju, the old lady did have a moment of conscience, knowing she had not treated her grandchildren well and felt guilty about it.
