"Mom, you must be joking, aren't you? The money I earn still ends up being handed over to you in the end," Mu Dazhong said with a somewhat awkward smile to Old Mrs. Mu.
"Don't try to play pretend with me, old woman. Do I not know what kind of person you are? I, this old woman, am making it clear here today: if you make money, I, this old woman, won't take a single penny."
Old Mrs. Mu stood with her hands on her hips, looking tauntingly at Mu Dazhong.
The second son is Old Mrs. Mu's son; she knows very well what he's like.
Besides being lazy and gluttonous, this man can't do anything else.
"Fine, you said it, don't regret it!" Mu Dazhong said angrily as he stormed outside, with Mrs. Lin following behind him. The two of them tacitly walked toward the field path.
On the road, both tried to avoid being seen.
