"Ah, then I misunderstood. I thought you wanted to show filial piety to our mother," Jiang Changhai said to Sun Lixia with a smirk.
"My own son hasn't shown me any filial piety, how could I expect it from a daughter-in-law?" Zhang Guihua scolded both of them in one sentence.
Sun Lixia's face turned bright red, and she kept her head down, not daring to say a word.
Yet Jiang Changhai acted as if Zhang Guihua's words weren't about him at all, "Mom, what are you talking about? In what way is my younger brother not filial to you?"
Jiang Changtao was once again shocked by his brother's shamelessness, "Big brother, mom wasn't talking about me, she was talking about you."
"Huh? Me?" Jiang Changhai looked as if he had just had an epiphany.
"It's you, you white-eyed wolf, always buying clothes for your daughter. Your old mother hasn't bought clothes for over a decade, and you've never even asked once," Zhang Guihua complained, heartbroken.