Huang Tao hadn't expected her to go back on her word at the last minute, and with bulging eyes she spat out hatefully, "Sister-in-law Jianjun, your words are as unreliable as farts, changing every moment, are you freakin' taking benefits from the Shen family or not?"
"Take your mom's benefits, you just can't stand to see our family do well, behaving like a stinky ditch mouse, full of vicious intentions. You're a mother yourself, yet you're so cruel to someone else's child, not afraid of retribution hitting your own kid," Shen Yixia spat, pointing her finger at Huang Tao's nose as she cursed.
Huang Tao's face turned dark. She turned to look for Fu, the village widow's boy, a twelve-year-old young lad, who had also been confined at home by his mother, who got wind of things and wouldn't let him out.
