"Our family is somewhat connected to that son born to your stepmother before she joined the Meng family. He came today to pay New Year's greetings to your stepmother, but didn't even think to stop by our place. And your stepmother, she's really drawn a clear line with us. We didn't even get a call for lunch."
Meng Qingdong's wife mumbled while lying on the kang, especially when she thought about those gifts Luo Yanqing and Kang Li took out from the car trunk. Her heart felt like it was clawing, wishing she could go next door and take all those things back to their place.
"Wasn't it you who pushed me to cut ties with the neighbors early on? A tree's bark is its skin, and a person's face is their dignity. I already said we'd cut ties, and there are village cadres as witnesses. Is it meaningful for you to envy the neighbors now? Moreover, the siblings next door have re-sorted themselves, from the eldest to the Sixth Child, and that doesn't include me."
