"Why wouldn't I say it?" Gu Junzhu hooked her lips into a faint smile, "What you do, others can comment on! You constantly complain that my sister killed your son, but in fact, the person who killed your son was yourself! All the tragedy began because of Mi Wuya. If you hadn't forcibly pushed Mi Wuya onto your son, he would not have died."
"It's not true... It's not true... It's not true..."
Senior Madame Yun shook her head desperately, screaming heartrendingly.
"Yes, it is exactly so," said Gu Junzhu. "Your son had been married to my second sister for over a decade and never kept a mistress. Why did he take Mi Wuya then? Because he had the support of a mother like you!"
"You clearly knew that Mi Wuya was trying to seduce your son, yet you forcefully pushed her to him. So, your son thought, keeping a mistress isn't a big deal; my dad kept mistresses all his life, and my mom still stayed with him till old age, even personally finding me a mistress!"
