"Second daughter-in-law, are you dead? Xiangxiang is throwing a tantrum! Why don't you persuade her for me, you want to die!"
Unable to scold Mu Qingqing, Old Mrs. Mu vented on Mrs. Lin, not caring that Mrs. Lin was pregnant at the moment.
Mrs. Lin wasn't even upset about being scolded, because her daughter was so sensible, and was about to be chosen as the weaver.
"Mom, it's not Qingqing's fault. It's the villagers who chose. If you're unhappy, I'll have Qingqing step down." Mrs. Lin pretended to be obedient.
Old Mrs. Mu was so angry she almost fainted.
"Oh, Mrs. Lin, you're quite cruel-hearted. That dead girl is on the stage now. If she steps down, how will the villagers laugh at our Old Mu Family?"
Old Mrs. Mu was angry but not stupid. If Mu Qingqing stepped down now, folks would think she was biased.
"Mom, I didn't mean that. I'm just doing it for Xiangxiang's sake!" Mrs. Lin retorted, inwardly cursing Old Mrs. Mu as an old hag.
