On the bed, Mr. Jiang was actually not fainted; he just didn't want to face all this. At this moment, listening to Zhao Lizheng's words, tears silently flowed down the corners of his eyes.
Outside, Mrs. Zhou's scolding was heard, "You wretched woman, wailing early in the morning, are you mourning a funeral?"
Yang Shi was originally crying and rolling on the ground. Hearing this, she quickly got up, fiercely pushed open the door of the next room, and shouted into the room, "I am mourning a funeral!"
"Your son died! My husband died, can't I cry a few times?"
"You wretched old thing, my man was harmed by you, the old wretch!"
Inside the house, Mrs. Zhou began to curse angrily, "You damned woman, how dare you curse your husband! Do you want to live or not!"
Zhao Lizheng listened to the two quarreling, shook his head, and said to Jiang Hua, "The biggest mistake your father made in his life was not marrying a good wife."
