Luo Qiao said with a cold face, "I don't understand what you're saying, we're not familiar with your son."
Old Lady Sun was crying, "My son was scolded by his superiors today and even got demoted. Now he's just an ordinary clerk, so of course, I had to come to you."
As soon as these words came out, the onlookers started whispering among themselves, "No wonder, Old Lady Sun came here to make a big fuss; turns out her son was demoted, serves him right."
"Exactly, let's see how he can still strut around and bully others now."
Luo Qiao said indifferently, "What does your son getting demoted have to do with us? If you have a complaint, you should take it up with his superiors, not come here looking for trouble.
Besides, your son got demoted in part because of having a mother like you. He really has rotten luck to be dragged down by his own mother, not to mention his Dad-blasting son. He can't blame anyone else."
