Some sing the red face, some sing the white face.
Guo Xiuxin sighed and squatted down to help Chen Zhaodi up.
"Sister-in-law, don't just sit there. Back then you, a single woman, raised several children through such tough times. Why trouble Lianhua now? You were once doing everything for your own kids, isn't she doing the same?"
Chen Zhaodi's lips quivered for a moment, not knowing what to say as she looked at Wang Lianhua.
"We are all women, we truly understand the struggles of women. If you really can't stand Lianhua, let her take her three children and live separately, she's still in our village, what are you worried about? If she mistreats the kids in the future, we all will support you, right?"
Chen Zhaodi looked at Daqing and Erqing, the remaining roots of Yonggang. Wang Lianhua was so young and could remarry at any time, and then her grandsons might end up changing their surname and becoming someone else's sons.
