An Ning, worried about her mother-in-law's health, stepped forward to pour her a cup of tea, then said to Mo Ang, "Actually, just as the chairman said, even if we don't build houses here, it won't stop others from doing so. Why should we give up economic benefits?"
Mo Ang squinted, glanced back and forth at them, and sarcastically remarked, "As expected, a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law pair, both so profit-driven."
An Ning frowned angrily.
Wen Rufeng frowned as well.
Then, with remarkable harmony, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law spoke in unison...
"Who is profit-driven?"
"Who is profit-driven?"
The two looked at each other awkwardly, perfectly in sync, almost proving Mo Ang's point.
Mo Ang, sitting with his legs crossed on the sofa, gave a nonchalant smile and said lazily, "Seems like there's no need for me to say more, don't you think?"
