Sooner or later they'll be fish on the chopping block.

Su Wanwan took a deep breath, trying her best to suppress the trembling in her body.

A fierce internal struggle is raging.

It is difficult to reconcile the debt of giving birth with the debt of raising one.

She had actually fallen to such a state.

Finally, I resigned myself to my fate and closed my eyes.

"Take me to see her."

In a small courtyard room in the northeast corner of the laundry department, a middle-aged beauty, still charming, sat at the table with a faint smile on her lips, as if waiting for someone.

The table was laden with fine wines and delicacies.

When Su Wanwan appeared, she was stunned for a moment, then gently beckoned: "Wanwan, come here and try the osmanthus wine I made myself."

Su Wanwan looked at the middle-aged woman quietly for a while before saying, "Granny."

The middle-aged woman paused slightly as she poured the wine, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

"What? You've become distant from me after all these years?"

"How long has the old woman been staying here?"

Su Wanwan looked around the room, sat down at the table, and asked a question casually.

"Not long."

The middle-aged woman placed the wine glass in front of Su Wanwan.

"Want to try some?"

Su Wanwan glanced down at her wine glass but didn't touch it.

The hand resting on her knees quietly touched her waist.

"What, are you worried there's something wrong with the wine?" The middle-aged woman smiled charmingly. "I raised you, how could I possibly harm you?"

Su Wanwan's ears twitched.

There seems to be some commotion outside.

She picked up her wine glass, covered her face with her sleeve, and drank it all in one gulp. Only after setting down the glass did she gaze wistfully at the middle-aged beauty.

"What, have you forgotten the days you took your anger out on me, and didn't let me cover myself with a blanket at night, making me catch a cold?"