Song Ying's home was far away, making it inconvenient to take the children to and from school and get to work every day. It was a real hassle.
That was exactly why Song Ying had decided to take a gamble for the sake of getting a house. Though she knew she might offend the factory leaders, she had still sent her son to the home of a Cotton Mill leader and refused to bring him back until they gave her a house.
But doing something was one thing; being called out to her face was another. Song Ying angrily yelled, "You little bastard, say that again!"
Wang Yue had heard Wang Yong call him a little bastard earlier, so he'd casually called Wang Yong a little bastard in return. They were family, after all.
Wang Yue had of course realized Song Ying was doing it on purpose. He said helplessly, "Aunt Song, my dad's a bit of a scoundrel. I'll teach him better, little by little. But it's not very nice of you to insult me too.
"Besides, they've already started welcoming the bride at Wu Jianguo's house. If you don't go now, you'll be late."
When Song Ying heard Wang Yue's words, she burst out laughing.
What kind of son taught his father a lesson?
And yet Wang Yue had said exactly that. Paired with what he'd said earlier, he really did sound like a son lecturing his father.
Song Ying thought that they were all neighbors. If Lin Wufeng and Wang Yong got into a fight today because of her, it would probably be hard to get along with them afterward.
They had only moved here a few days ago. If they went and beat up their neighbors just like that, they'd become the most hated people in