Looking at the silent crowd at the entrance, Mrs. Song assumed she had won the argument. Her pride vitally inflated as she raised her chin, revealing the several layers of fat hiding underneath. She laughed with a hint of mockery in her eyes, "Some of you are just sore losers who cannot stand to see others do well because your own daughters are failures and your families are full of misfortune. You invent unwarranted accusations out of jealousy."
"People like you deserve to remain poor and your daughters deserve to lack such good fortune!"
"We don't want this 'good fortune' that sends our daughters to their graves. I guess your family is capable of such, as other families don't have hearts as dark as yours," a tall, skinny middle-aged woman named Mrs. Zhao retorted with a sardonic smirk.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Mrs. Zhao, do you know something we don't?"