Liu Sanjin's face was deathly pale as she looked at her sons and daughters-in-law, her whole body trembling slightly and her heart somewhat shaky. Although her family had saved some money over the years and even received monthly allowances from her son Lu Zhenping, she still lived frugally because her maternal family was in dire straits and often needed her help.
"Jiahe, look around the village and see how many families are divided. Your eldest brother, influenced by that wretched woman's pillow talk, wants to break up our family, and even uses your brother's future to threaten me. My heart aches. How can you still be so thoughtless at this time?"
Usually, when Lu Jiahe heard her say this, he would soften, but today he did not; his attitude was very firm.