"Did their family hit it big? Or is her mom remarrying? This car isn't something just anyone can afford."
At that moment, Lin Xiaoxiao's mom happened to be holding Xiaoxiao's hand, arriving at the entrance downstairs.
"She probably found an old man to marry. How could a woman with a child manage on her own?"
The aunties' gazes turned to Lin Xiaoxiao and her mom.
"Exactly, that woman acts weak and frail all the time just to win men's sympathy, right? The day before yesterday, when Old Man Li passed by, she pretended to faint and made Old Man Li take her home. It's disgusting."
Hearing the neighbors' gossiping, Lin Xiaoxiao's mom seemed accustomed to it, blushing but not responding at all.
Such habitual silence, preferring peace over conflict.
After all, she was a woman without strength and only had a three-year-old daughter. It was always them who suffered in conflicts.
Over time, Xiaoxiao's mom got used to enduring this in silence.
