"Shut up, what nonsense are you talking about?" Ma Xiulan somehow found the strength to break free from Su Dachun, with eyes red and hair and clothes in disarray as she yelled at Song Jiaming, "Don't spout nonsense, Su Xuewen was born to me, and so were Su Qing and the others, my own granddaughters."
The people around were all stunned, and the looks they gave Ma Xiulan became very strange.
Some had a sudden realization and said, "No wonder she was so excessively biased."
"So that's how it is."
"I always said that Ma Xiulan treated Xuewen and his family like enemies, not like her own flesh and blood."
The statement by Song Jiaming just now wasn't a surprise to the villagers; instead, they believed it immediately. Over the years, Ma Xiulan and Su Dachun's behavior had been too outrageous, harshly treating Xuewen and indirectly causing the death of Xuewen's wife.