Old Yao looked at his wife pulling the same trick again: "Alright, Director He doesn't even work here anymore, they're just back for a visit. In a few days, who will bring it up again?
No matter how much you think about it, you can't stop people from gossiping. Just don't go out much these days, and don't listen to those busybodies talking nonsense."
Old Mrs. Yao glared at him: "What did I say back then? Yao Hui, that dead girl, just wouldn't listen. Look at the life they're leading now, can't live together, can't separate.
Those three kids aren't close to us anymore either. We can't count on them in the future; how did things end up like this?"
Old Yao didn't respond to her, thinking: If you had been nicer to those three, would it have turned out this way?
But he understood that if he actually said that, he might not get any sleep tonight: "Old woman, rest early, let it be."
