Si Boyi felt miserable and simply sat on the stool, hugging his head without making a sound.
Zhang Lijuan was increasingly worried about the milk tea shop job, and she began to cry. It seemed that they probably couldn't run the milk tea shop anymore.
If she were Tong Yao, she would probably hate to have anything to do with Lin Fengying. How could Tong Yao possibly continue to pay salaries to Lin Fengying's youngest son and daughter-in-law?
She would be happy if her ex-husband's family started begging for food.
Chen Jinlan waited for a while, but her daughter and son-in-law didn't come over for dinner. She came over with the child to urge them, only to find both of them silent, one crying and the other sulking. She thought they had an argument.
"What's going on? Can't you hold it in, making a fuss on the first day of the New Year? Won't people laugh at you when word gets out?"