It's said that a woman's grudge is so small-minded that she can hate someone for a lifetime.
Jiang Yuan sighed, thinking his sister might be so happy she was stunned.
Today might be a day of celebration for the online Su Xiaohua black fan group.
For a whole forty years, wherever Su Xiaohua appeared, the black fans would swarm like flies smelling something foul.
Then they would open their wallets and start the bashing process.
No, no, no, Jiang Yuan quickly shook off that unsavory thought.
He could describe Su Xiaohua as trash, but how could he describe his sister as a fly that likes trash?
After all, she was family, his own family.
"Little sis, even though you're happy, remember the grandson is still here, tone it down, don't teach bad things to the kid....."
Jiang Yuan couldn't continue; his tongue felt like it was tied in knots inside his mouth.
