Su Shuochi's voice was like ice shards pelting Aunt Song, making her very soul tremble.
'She was starting to regret provoking the compound's legendary hard case, even if he was a cripple now!'
But his gaze was still exceptionally fierce, like a finely honed sword.
Fear began to creep into Aunt Song's heart, and she wanted to slip away. But she was used to throwing her weight around. "Our Song Family is the richest in this compound," she declared.
Gu Jiaojiao laughed at that. 'As if anyone is richer than me right now!'
She looked at Aunt Song with disdain. "The Song Family is rich? How much money do you have?"
Aunt Song was speechless. Her face flushed red as she fought the urge to tell Gu Jiaojiao that the Song Family was indeed rich, with a fortune of at least ten thousand yuan.
But this was 1980, and the official "ten-thousand-yuan household" commendations hadn't started yet. She didn't dare say it aloud; such a claim could bring disaster upon the Song Family.
