"What are you doing? What do you think you're doing? Qiushou and Man Cang are about to lose their jobs, and you're still not letting me handle it? Are you just going to stand by and watch them end up as farmers?"
Old Mrs. Leng pounded her cane on the ground.
She knew her comfortable life was all because her grandsons had made something of themselves.
Five of her six grandsons had jobs in the city.
Leng Yuan didn't count.
She had never even acknowledged him as a grandson.
But just mentioning these good grandsons of hers made her old face beam with pride.
Now, out of nowhere, Qiushou and Man Cang were coming back. Not only would she lose the two yuan they gave her every month out of filial piety, but it would also be a complete loss of face.
She stood up, glaring coldly at her two daughters-in-law.
"Today, I have to go."
"I'm going to beat some sense into that unfilial whelp who's been bewitched by a vixen."
Aunt Leng and Third Aunt Leng scrambled to stop her.
