"What nonsense are you spouting? How could our second son have done something disgraceful? I say, Mu Dabiao, having nothing to do all day and choosing to pick on my son!"
"Why, are you now fond of those few broken things from the third branch?" Old Mrs. Mu climbed off the kang and started to curse.
"I'm just asking, why are you so worked up?" Mr. Mu mumbled.
At this moment, Old Mrs. Mu realized that what her husband said actually made sense.
The second son came from her womb; she knew his character too well.
If it were any other matter, calling the second son, he might not come back.
But for something as big as the eldest son becoming a county magistrate, the second son has no reason not to return.
Could something really have happened?
Old Mrs. Mu sat up on the kang, turned to Mr. Mu, and said, "Old man, I'm going to ask Mrs. Lin, the damned woman, if she knows the second son's whereabouts!"
"I'll go with you!"
