Anyway, since Gao Wei is back, they can't really talk to Nian Mutong anymore.
Gao Wei, feeling triumphant, pulled Nian Mutong upstairs.
Madam Gao looked at her husband, saw him rubbing his temples, and quickly brewed a cup of American Ginseng Tea and brought it over.
"Ah Ming, let it go, don't be too upset. Little Wei just got out of the hospital not long ago, let him rest for a while longer, I'm sure he'll eventually want to start working on his own."
No matter how much her son upset her, she of course still hoped her husband wouldn't be disappointed by him.
Gao Ming let out a heavy sigh.
"Him? Even if he wants to work, what can he do? We sent him to the police station before, didn't we? Now look what he's made of it—he lasted less than a month!"
"Alright, we'll talk about it later. But what about that bitch Nian Mutong, how should we deal with her?"
Deal with her?
How else can we deal with her?
