"Da Wen!"
Upon Qin Wen's remarks, Mrs. Qin sharply reprimanded him.
Other statements could be overlooked, but the last sentence was a clear insult.
Although Lin Chuxia was married, she was still a woman and barely over 20.
She and her son lived separately, and she hadn't spent more than a month with him since getting married, barely different from a maiden.
Qin Wen saying she was knowledgeable about breeding pigs was plain mockery.
Who would have expertise in that?
Don't mention Lin Chuxia — even typical rural women, when the family sow is in heat, it's the men who rush to take it to the breeding station.
Although Mr. Qin didn't speak, his icy gaze clearly showed dissatisfaction towards Qin Wen.
Lin Chuxia's face also darkened, she scoffed coldly, "Does it matter whether you approve or not? Didn't the village chief tell you about my investment in the local pig farm? Is there a problem with me visiting my invested pig farm to check on things?"
