7

Zhang Meili never thought despite repeatedly reminding her mother, her mom would still do something like this.

Her mind was racing, trying to come up with a few words to make amends.

But she didn't expect Sun Chunhua's mouth to be even faster:

"Son-in-law, don't think I don't know, you only have one daughter, she's an heirless branch."

"If you don't want to be bullied when you're old, you can only rely on my son, and of course, you should give all your money to my son."

My father has always been elegant and poised, never having encountered such a unreasonable village shrew.

He kept a stern face and said nothing, and Zhang Meili realized things were off, quickly asking her brother and sister to escort Sun Chunhua out.

"My mom is just confused," Zhang Meili sobbed:

"We rural people usually work hard in the fields; she got hit on the head once and became like this."

My father looked at me lying on the ground, not responding to Zhang Meili's remark: