Song Shiting asked, "What does it matter to me whether she lives a good life or not? Haven't I given the family enough money before? If you've forgotten our previous agreement, I can take it out and read it to you again."

OK!

Song Shiting actually still remembers these grudges.

Are you just waiting to settle accounts with her?

Her eyes turned cold: "Third brother, what do you mean? You want to argue with me about these things? What's there to argue about? I'm your mother, do you know that?"

Song Shiting suppressed his anger: "I've already made myself clear."

After saying that, he chose not to speak again.

Wang Guihua wasn't going to let him off so easily. She continued to nag, "I carried you for ten months and gave birth to you, and I raised you with all my might. Now you won't even give me two hundred yuan?"

Song Shiting simply refused to talk to her, walked to the stove, squatted down, and started a fire.

He does his own thing.

Wang Guihua gritted her teeth in anger and chased after him, saying, "Third brother, don't play dumb with me or pretend to be dead. I'm going to get the money today, and you have to give it to me."

Ruan Qingling frowned as she looked at the taciturn man and her incessantly nagging mother-in-law, who was simply annoying to look at. She picked up Yaya and came out of the house, saying, "Who's been nagging on and on so early in the morning..."

Wang Guihua glanced at her and said, "Third brother's wife, you've come at the right time. The family needs money, so take out two hundred yuan."

Ruan Qingling laughed: "So, a lion came first thing in the morning?"