Mrs. He lifted one foot, wobbling as she stood on the other.
She gave Ningning's mother a look of utter terror.
The quiet lasted less than three seconds before the old woman flopped down in front of the large iron gate. She sprawled out on the ground, slapping her thighs and howling, "Oh, I just can't go on like this!"
"My daughter's in-laws are kicking our family of widows and orphans out! They're going to hound us to our deaths!"
Under normal circumstances, all the busybody relatives and gossipmongers of the Song Family Pavilion would have gathered at the gate of Number 85, pointing fingers and spreading rumors.
But in the current situation, every household kept its doors shut. Even if the neighbors heard the old woman's caterwauling, the most they would do was peek out from their balcony windows.
