Her own child, her own heartache.
Madam Tang didn't want her son to be the sucker, yet still have the Yu Family take them for a ride.
Instead of seeking justice from those who had wronged Yu Meiyu, they had the nerve to give Tang Jianbing—a truly honest man—a hard time, which was simply outrageous.
Tang Jianbing rubbed his face, "Mom, Meiyu is just in too much pain, afraid we'd look down on her!"
Even now, Tang Jianbing had never said a bad word about Yu Meiyu. After all, she was the girl he liked, and he couldn't bear to see her truly struggle to get by.
Madam Tang cursed, "It's not us who looks down on her, is it? It's her own family. They are just too much!"
Tang Jianbing opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
Anything he said now would just upset his mother.
Father Tang, too, had a frosty expression: "We're taking a wife into our family, not marrying an ancestor. If their daughter is so precious to them, then frankly, our family can't afford her!"
