"Mom, isn't it unfair for you to say this about Mohuan? I know you care about Moting because his mother passed away early. All these years, I haven't said a word about it.
But no matter how dissatisfied you may be with me, Mohuan is still your grandson, still a child of the Song family. How can you favor one over the other? When Moting got married, you prepared a house and other things for him. But when it came to Mohuan, you did nothing."
Mrs. Song was exasperated. It was one thing for her mother-in-law to be biased in daily life, but she couldn't say anything.
After all, the leverage against her was held by her parents-in-law, and she could never raise her head in front of them.
But so many years have passed.
She lowered herself and endured; by now, she should have risen above it, right?
Her son was already grown up; no matter what, he's still a child of the Song family.
The old lady can treat her badly; that's fine!
But why should her son be treated this way?
