Couldn't hold back, Wang Yongzhen spoke up: "Why are you crying? What do you have to cry about? Jindou, such a big lad, got his face swollen from your beating, and you still have the nerve to cry? Lin Xinghua, you're really heartless, drove away Jinhoo, and now you've beaten Jindou. A woman divorced by our Wang family, what right do you have to hit the children of our Wang family—"
"Get the hell out of here—there's not a single good soul in your Old Wang Family! All ungrateful beasts! White-eyed wolves! I, Lin Xinghua, must be blind—" Inside, Lady Lin cursed angrily, then buried her head and resumed crying.
The sound indicated she was deeply hurt.
Wang Yongzhen couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth, serves her right! Thinking herself superior just because she bore three sons, now see her own son saying such things to her!
Wang Yongzhen was in a great mood, even the loss of that half jar of oil didn't bother her so much anymore.
