There's an old saying about not hitting a smiling face, and Wang Laodi's beaming smile as she spoke made Li Mubo, standing beside her, lower his head in shame.
The old woman caught her son's pathetic behavior out of the corner of her eye and seethed with anger. 'What a useless good-for-nothing, even worse than his father.' Still, anger was one thing. She'd never expected her son to actually help her argue or fight. When it came to the real confrontation, she had to handle it herself.
"Auntie, that's all water under the bridge. Let's talk about the matter at hand," Zuo Daya said, forcing a smile. "You know our family's situation. We're just simple farmers, not like your family with several factory workers living right here in the county. You're much better off."
