Su Yun frowned. "The director arranged this."
"Hah. If the director really did arrange it this way, it would be a real slap in the face to us old-timers. So, does this clothing factory belong to the Shens or the Qins?"
Su Yun frowned. She knew the woman was just trying to stir up trouble, but since the matter involved her son-in-law, she couldn't just come out and say what she thought.
"What's going on?" As Shen Yi spoke, the surrounding crowd immediately parted to let him and Qin Jiao stride through.
The heavy-set woman's eyes landed on them. She shot a wary glance at Qin Jiao before quickly turning to Shen Yi. "Xiao Yi, it's me, your Aunt Feng. Don't you remember? I used to hold you when you were just a little boy."
"My memory of my childhood is poor," Shen Yi said, his face devoid of expression. "I've forgotten."
Feng Fang: "..."
