The husband and wife chatted harmoniously in the house.
After that, Heng Yi continued to read and write. When he looked up occasionally, Han Qiao was beside him, and he felt happy and content.
However, to Zhou Anshan and Han Xiang, what they had seen and experienced today was like a thorn in their hearts. It was so painful that they felt uncomfortable breathing.
"No, I have to go to the county town."
"Why do you want to go there? We can't enter Heng Manor." Zhou Anshan asked in confusion.
"Why should I care what she thinks? Since Han Qiao is heartless, then don't blame me for being heartless too! Since she likes to raise other people's children so much, I won't let her raise them."
"She can't give birth to a son herself, so she'll treat other people's sons as treasures."
The more Han Xiang spoke, the angrier she became.
Her face reflected the rage in her heart while her eyes were filled with hatred.