Zhang Fengmei immediately got upset and quickly followed, the two of them arguing all the way from the kitchen to the separate residential area at the back.
"What are you saying? Speak clearly, haven't we agreed on this? How can you go back on your word?"
Jiang Dechun sighed, looking much older, "That was before, when we all thought he was a poor child abandoned by his parents. Now that we know his family's conditions are a million times better than ours, why keep him here to suffer in our home?"
Zhang Fengmei stammered for a long time before saying, "But Jiang Yang is the child I raised, he's my son..."
"He's not," Jiang Dechun bluntly shattered her illusion. Though he was honestly a straightforward and loyal man, in the past year or two, he had honed a firmness and decisiveness in his actions. Decisions he never dared to make before, he now made after just a moment's hesitation.
