As soon as Mu Dade left, Mr. Mu's forced smile collapsed instantly.
He pointed at Old Mrs. Mu's nose and said, "You dirty old woman, what a mess you've made! You actually... you actually... actually threw trash on the street, and even the night soil..."
Mr. Mu couldn't even continue.
Just thinking about the foolish thing his wife did made him feel ashamed.
"Can you blame me? Isn't it because they like to suck us dry? Just a bit of night soil, and they want a wen for it. Why don't they go rob someone?"
Old Mrs. Mu had money on her mind.
The words Mu Dade had painstakingly said before had completely slipped her mind by now.
"You're still talking? Aren't you embarrassed enough?" Old Mrs. Mu shouted angrily.
"Embarrassed? Why should I be embarrassed? The money I saved with my skills, who can say anything?
