After Xu Erhong said those words, as expected, they immediately met with the old lady's fury.
Gao Lihong's eyes widened in rage, her breath catching at the audacity of Xu Erhong's words.
Grabbing a broom that was nearby, she swung it without any courtesy, landing it on Xu Erhong's shoulder.
As she hit him, she also cursed, "How did I give birth to such a wastrel of a son like you? He's your father, your real father, the one who's not dead."
She felt she had really birthed a son dim-witted to the extreme. How could he be so foolish?
Weren't her words clear enough? To think, he even accused her of being unchaste. Oh, it was too much; she felt a twinge in her heart.
It was true, this son seemed born solely to vex her. Being ugly was one thing, but having no brains was quite another, utterly useless.
Gao Lihong didn't even want to acknowledge this profligate thing as her own offspring.