On the train station platform, passengers boarding the train walked past them in twos and threes. Grandma Shen lowered her head and looked at the black cloth shoes on her feet.
Song Yaozhi looked at her and said, "Think it over yourself—do you want to go to America with me or not?"
"No need to think about it, I won't go. My roots have long been sunk into this land." Grandma Shen's tone was firm, without the slightest hesitation.
Song Yaozhi wasn't the least bit surprised by her answer. She suddenly lowered her voice and said, "There's something I want to tell you. I've brought your ex-husband in as a shareholder in my plan."
"Huh?" Grandma Shen was startled.
"If you ever want to deal with him, you can tell me anytime. I can make it so he doesn't get a single cent of his retirement savings—that method I do have." With these words, it was clear that Song Yaozhi didn't much like Old Ye.
To Grandma Shen's ears, what her elder sister said sounded more like she was teasing her.
