Song Chongjin, on the other hand, appeared much more at ease. Upon seeing Wang Yongzhu, he approached with a hint of self-satisfaction and said, "Indeed, I haven't been filial enough to my mother. Just this once, I brought a basin of water for her, and she already spoke two sentences to me today! She hadn't said a word to me for days! I must be even more filial in the future!"
Wang Yongzhu wanted to say, for the sake of our lives and your mother-in-law's well-being, such filial acts should be spared.
Seeing Song Chongjin's enthusiastic face, he held back in the end, closed his eyes, and decided to let it go.
After all, in this courtyard, no one dared to speak out about it.
Sure enough, wherever Wang Yongzhu's gaze went, everyone busily lowered their heads, pretending they didn't exist.
Over there, Old Granny Zhang had already tidied herself up neatly, then opened the door and glared at Wang Yongzhu, before turning to Song Chongjin and saying, "Get in here—"
