The silver-haired woman shuddered inside.
Unconsciously, she clenched the handkerchief in her hand tightly.
Uncle He sat still like a mountain, but his trembling beard showed he was not as calm as he appeared.
Tong Huaqiong and the others became more convinced that the two old folks shared an unspeakable secret.
"How can a wife's own family argue with the niece's wife, yet she sides with the niece's wife?"
Such juicy gossip was especially fascinating.
Aunt Qin couldn't suppress her excitement, and although she tried to keep her voice low, everyone heard her words.
Mrs. Zhao sneered and said, "The son's wife has the son behind her, and the niece's wife has the nephew. Siding with the niece's wife means siding with the nephew. If you ever abandon your own son and side with the nephew, no need to guess, that nephew might just be your own flesh and blood."
These words instantly silenced the He Family.
