Yang Jing's words left Liu Qiang and Liu Yaozu stunned.
"But the bonds of blood can't be severed. Don't you forget, when you're old, I'm still the one who has to take care of you!" Liu Yaozu said.
Yang Jing let out a contemptuous smirk but didn't say anything.
'Wait for Liu Yaozu to care for her in her old age?'
'Could she even live to see that day?'
She had heard him loud and clear when he said he wished she were dead and wanted to throw her outside to fend for herself.
In the past, the neighbors had told her that Liu Yaozu wasn't the kind of son who would be filial and that she should be careful.
She had angrily retorted, thinking they were badmouthing her son behind her back.
But now, she finally saw the truth.
Her son really was a good-for-nothing, and her husband had never treated her like a human being.
Having been married to Yang Jing for many years, Liu Qiang could tell that his wife was not in a good state.
But should he try to console her?
