Mrs. Jiang looked at him coldly.
Even a servant could bully her.
Mrs. Jiang straightened her back, "Is he someone I absolutely have to save? He has a father and a mother. He commits a crime and goes to prison, and I, his aunt, have to fish him out? There's no such reasoning in the world!"
"You!" The Song Family's butler snorted coldly, "Truly ingrate!"
He had served the Song Family all his life and knew everything inside out.
A haze of confusion and sourness clouded Mrs. Jiang's heart.
"When are you going to stand outside and embarrass yourself? Get in here!"
It was Old Madam Song's voice.
Her spirits were not well, and after all, she was an old woman in her seventies, unable to bear such turmoil.
Mrs. Jiang took a deep breath and walked in.
"What are you going mad for? What's the fuss?" Old Madam Song spoke, her eyes stripped of the past affection for Mrs. Jiang, showing only disgust.
