"It was Auntie who had taught them well." Wang Xian praised Mrs Jiang.
"Is that so? Don't you think that your uncle and I are uncultured? But our children are quite promising. Which family in the village doesn't talk about our family with envy these days?" Mrs Jiang said as she beamed with joy.
When Jiang Yao left the dining table, she deliberately walked in a circle in the direction of Jiang Lei's room. Her brother was crouched at the door; he had lowered his head as he smoked a cigarette. When he heard the footsteps, he glanced at her. Then, he turned around and closed the door as he went back into his room.
Jiang Yao's heart felt stifled again. Her nose felt tight as she also returned to her room.
When she looked at the time, she knew that Lu Xingzhi would have already finished his work and returned home by then. She took out her phone and called her husband to complain.