"Kexin, Shijun, don't be so nasty," Su Tang said, his expression turning sour. He glanced at the children with an awkward look on his face. "This is your Aunt Hu. You need to show some basic respect for your elders."
"Respect a homewrecker? Why should we?" Song Kexin scoffed.
"Who are you calling a homewrecker?!" Hu Pinxiang began to tremble with rage, as if her deepest nerve had been struck. Her neck stiffened, her face flushed red, and she shrieked, "You little shit! What filth is coming out of your mouth?"
"What? You did the deed but don't have the guts to admit it?" Song Kexin tilted her chin up, scowling at the pair. "If you're not the homewrecker, then who is?"
"You just waltzed into my aunt's married life. Have you no shame? A foot masseuse, and just a while ago you were pretending to be some proprietor's wife in front of us. A woman like you? Don't think I don't know your type. There's nothing you wouldn't do for your own benefit."
