Gong Zhuang looked at Zhang Lan, Gong Qiang, Gong Zheng, and Gong Xiaoyu appearing all at once at his house and couldn't help but feel unlucky.
"What are you all doing here?"
"Can't we come?" Zhang Lan had forgotten the reason for her last visit to Gong Zhuang's house, but this time she was startled.
In truth, the life of her youngest son's family was going well. The floor was no longer bare concrete; they even painted it.
The furniture looked brand new, like it was made for a new house. Just looking at the place, it was clear this son was doing well financially.
Gong Qiang and Gong Zheng were unimpressed. If they hadn't seen the scene, they could still entertain thoughts of how little prospect Gong Zhuang had, but look at the setup of this house.
Had it been anyone else hearing Zhang Lan say that, whether for good reputation or whatever, they would have at least humored the old lady, but not Gong Zhuang.
