"My husband has a master's degree and is an engineer. His salary crushes your son's!" Zhu Yun said with a smirk, crossing her arms. "Aunt Wang, there are always bigger fish in the sea. No matter how outstanding your son is, he doesn't exactly stand out at the factory. How many people there even know who he is?"
"I'd say that once you leave this housing complex, nobody has even heard of your son's name. But as for my husband and me, you can just grab a random person and ask. See if they know who we are."
Old Mrs. Wang ground her teeth in rage.
For miles around their hometown, her son was in a class of his own.
But the way Zhu Yun told it, her son was just a backdrop to make someone else shine.
The worst part was, she knew Zhu Yun wasn't lying. It was the kind of thing anyone could easily verify just by asking around.
It was precisely because it was almost certainly true that Old Mrs. Wang felt her skin crawl.
