Song Wu was called into her sister Song Yanxi's room.
She cried her eyes out, her eyes swelling red from berating, which had already subsided.
But Liu Fen went on to scold her again.
In ancient times, a woman's marriage was equivalent to a second birth.
Whether it was good or not directly determined the quality of life thereafter.
How could they not seize the opportunity to scold Song Wu?
A backstabber is even worse than a lecher.
Nine out of ten men are lecherous, and the tenth simply can't get a real beauty.
Chen Pingsheng sat on the front steps again, with the spoiled brat Chen An'an coming to join him.
"Dad, I really understand you."
"What do you understand?"
"The feeling of being lonely and having so much money you can't spend it all, I kind of get it."
Chen An'an was pretending to be mature again, but Chen Pingsheng didn't buy it.
The brat had just received her monthly allowance of two hundred thousand and spent it all on a new erhu.