"Am I supposed to hold out my hand to the Luo Family's eldest brother and ask him to bring a wife into my home for me?"
Meng Xingsheng's expression was despondent, yet if one paid close attention, it was not hard to detect a hint of resentment in his eyes.
Wang Guilan: "I don't have the face for that."
Meng Xingsheng: "So you're going to let me and the other brothers remain bachelors?"
"Are you all without hands or feet, unable to earn your own dowries?"
The old coot had kicked the bucket swiftly, leaving her alone to suffer in this household. Had she known this day would come, she would have never entered Old Meng's Family's door.
As Wang Guilan glanced at Meng Xingsheng and Meng Xingping, then looked out the doorway at a few of the younger ones, she felt a burden so heavy she could hardly breathe.
"Mom..."
Meng Xingping suddenly spoke up.
Wang Guilan: "Speak if you have something to say."
