"What are you talking about, they are them, we are us.
The third one is our son, he didn't show filial piety to us, fine. But why should we, as parents, give him money instead?"
Old Mrs. Mu's voice suddenly rose.
The village head and a few uncles all heard it.
Even Old Master Wang turned his head, obviously not wanting to deal with Mr. Mu and Old Mrs. Mu.
Mu Dashan quickly came out to smooth things over: "Dad, your presence is a blessing to me, how can I ask for your money."
Old Mrs. Mu also said triumphantly: "Did you hear that? The third one also said he doesn't want our money. I don't know what kind of pride you're talking about."
The village head chimed in: "Old man, they are all your sons. It's fine. We're just here to share in the joy of the third family.
The third one's daughter, Shuangshuang, is capable and hardworking. In less than a year, she has started a restaurant.
Look around Er Gui Village, how many have such skills? You should be happy about this."
