"Not okay my ass." Old Su glared at Aunt Cuihua. "I'm her biological grandmother. What's wrong with my own granddaughter giving her grandma a few pounds of pork? Do I need to get in line?"
Aunt Cuihua especially looked down on Old Su now, despising her to the absolute limit. Unintimidated, she sneered, "Biological grandmother? Aunt Su, no offense, but the things you used to do to Su Qing… would a real grandmother do that? You didn't seem like a grandmother, more like an enemy. No real grandmother torments her own granddaughter to death."
"You…" Just as Old Su was about to speak, Su Qing, having heard the commotion outside, walked out quickly. She said to Old Su, "Grandma, am I behind on your support payments?"
Old Su turned to glare at Su Qing. 'Su Qing had given her the support money for the rest of the year right in front of Zhao Youcai and Wang Xuehong. If she dared to say it was late, who knew what kind of trouble this damn girl would stir up.'
