When Mrs. Zeng finished packing her luggage, she just sat there sighing nonstop.
"Unfilial son, unfilial son, such a good opportunity right in front of him and he won't grab it. What on earth is he thinking? What's so good about that Houshan Town anyway? Shangjing is so prosperous—how can he be so stupid? It must be Mo Xiaohong whispering in his ear at night, that's why he's in such a rush to go back."
Father Zeng glared at Mrs. Zeng and said, "Enough, what's the point of talking about this now? We're going back this afternoon anyway. Besides, Houshan Town isn't that bad. Weren't we living quite happily there before?"
"What do you know? Forget it, forget it, there's no time to talk about this now anyway."
Father Zeng nodded in agreement and said, "Exactly, why harp on it now? If you really don't go back, I think our son is truly going to cut ties with us. Think it over properly. We only have one son. Do you really want to end up with no one to rely on in your old age?"
