287 We can share the same coffin plank when we die

"Do you even remember that Ziqiang is about to get married? Have you spared a thought for Honghua and her son?"

Li Xiuli was so angry that both her neck and face turned red.

She felt so distressed.

She truly felt distressed for Honghua.

Honghua and she had grown up together; Honghua never had many good days in her parents' home, and it was even more so in her in-laws' home.

Because she was exchanged for a half bag of grain, that dead old hag from the Chen Family nagged her day in and day out.

It went on for nearly ten years.

It wasn't until that wicked old lady turned into a small wooden plaque that Honghua's days got a bit better.

How long could the good days have lasted? Now, this bastard Chen Jiefang has stirred up trouble again. Why is Honghua's life so hard?!

Seeing Li Xiuli's furious approach, the widow Honghua got scared and hid in a corner.

The children of the Lin Family were all successful; she didn't dare offend them.