A single stone stirred a thousand waves.
The words of Zhong Niangyao were like the pebble that stirred these thousand waves, shocking everyone present.
Especially Zeng Zhan and Pan Zimei, who looked at Old Mrs. Zeng with disbelief in their eyes.
"Mom, what exactly is going on here?" Zeng Zhan couldn't help but blurt out, "Are you just tormenting yourself on purpose? Have you thought about how we, your children, feel? If something had truly happened to you, what do you think our state of mind would be?"
A barrage of questions left Old Mrs. Zeng unsure how to respond, and she chose silence as her response, hanging her head low.
"Lady Zhong, what is—?" Pan Zimei couldn't hold back and asked Zhong Niangyao.
