Sun Qinglian clasped her hands together, placing them on her lap, her entire posture rigid as a bell.
She saw the old lady speaking to her with a calm expression, "No."
"You—" The moment the old lady was rejected, she flew into a rage on the spot, "Guozhong is gone, but the Township Manor is still here, and I'm not dead yet! You shrew, do you want to be divorced! Cough, cough! Say it again, let An'an come in and worship his elder brother!"
"No," Sun Qinglian repeated, "Let alone worshiping, I said months ago that Yan An doesn't even deserve to enter the doors of the Township Manor."
"Fine! Fine! You bunch of cursed wretches." The old lady looked around, finding no one willing to speak for her, she clenched her teeth and burst into loud sobs, "Guozhong, you are gone, but does your spirit in heaven see how your daughter-in-law is bullying your old mother..."
Her crying was grating, like the throats of strangled drakes, erupting in loud wails, deafening to the ear.
