"What's wrong? Your son is getting married soon, yet you're back with a face full of anger, nose turned up, face all twisted. Who's upset you this time?"
Mr. Song looked at his wife's angry face and asked.
Even though he asked his wife, his eyes never left the newspaper in his hand.
"You're talking like that, your mother is too biased, she's gone too far this time."
Mrs. Song took a big gulp of cold tea from her cup, finally extinguishing some of the fire in her chest.
"That old lady's favoritism isn't something new, you already know it. Why upset yourself by going to look for trouble?"
Mr. Song dismissed it, knowing his parents were too stubborn and traditional. They had three sons, yet none of them lived with them, not because the sons didn't want to show filial piety.
It's because the parents couldn't stand having the sons around, except for their deep affection for Song Moting.
Who among their sons do they like?
