Zhou Jiao couldn't be bothered to respond, but once something landed on her plate it still had to be dealt with; even if she didn't handle it, she at least had to show some reaction, maybe even cough up some money.
Right now she was frowning tightly, looking at the writing paper that May 1st had handed her.
Huang Cuilan was really sick!
Of course she refused to admit it was her own crow's mouth!
The woman wasn't mentally ill yet, but she probably wasn't far off. Any woman living such a lousy life would end up with her nerves shot.
"Mom, do you think someone could've coached her to fake being sick?"
Zhou Jiao looked up and glanced at her son.
"Think about it: she's now all depressed and threatening suicide, and insists she has to see my eldest uncle before she can calm down. Doesn't that mean my eldest uncle has to take her along to the provincial city?"
Zhou Jiao looked at him, amused. According to his analysis, what a grand conspiracy!
