Lu Zhu was relieved she hadn't gone to school today, but she hadn't expected that Lu Shao's thieving heart persisted, and he had brought the old lady again.
Even this time, they brought along Xin Yue and their son, Lu Lei.
This family gathered at her doorstep, bickering back and forth as if they were putting on a play.
The old Mrs. Lu cursed her and her mother as jinxes, blaming them for the death of the men in the family, her own husband, and father.
Lu Zhu retorted, "Then how come we haven't caused your death, you old thing? Are you just a disaster that lingers for a thousand years?"
Xin Yue, pretending to comfort the old lady who was fuming with anger, insincerely advised Lu Zhu's family to speak nicely and respect their elders.
Lu Zhu sneered, "You become my elders at times like this? When you were snatching my dad's pension and taking my place at school, why didn't you think of yourselves as elders then?"
