Jiang Mingyue added fuel to the fire: "Mom, the old lady's sore spot has been hit by you."
Mrs. Jiang: "Dare to do it, but not admit it. Isn't it all for the money your uncle and cousin send home every month? Without the money from the main family, the old lady's beloved second family would be begging."
Wu Cuilan, who hadn't been speaking, immediately retorted, "Shen Fanghua, who are you saying would beg? Just look at the way your third family lives, and you have the nerve to say we'd beg?"
"Second sister-in-law really doesn't listen. Is that what I meant? I meant that without the main family's support, you second family would starve to death, and you shamelessly mistreat the main family's children. Where's your conscience?"
Jiang Mingyue: "Mom, the second family doesn't understand what conscience is, do they?"
They simply weren't born with one.
The back-and-forth between mother and daughter infuriated the old lady and the second family.
