As for the original owner's birth mother, she would simply respect her and wish her the best.
The more Yang Yunhua doted on her precious son, the more uncertain it was who she would have to rely on to support her in the future.
Her good-for-nothing younger son, Sun Qiang, was a lazy slacker who could barely take care of himself. How could anyone expect him to bear the responsibility of caring for his mother in the future?
The neighbors present had already learned the whole story.
People were either whispering to each other or watching in silence, and a heavy tension fell over the scene.
Song Qingya stood before the crowd, her expression calm but her eyes firm. "To all the uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters here, you are all my witnesses. My mom… or rather, my biological mother in name only, was not the one who raised me. On the contrary, she chose to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to my years of suffering."
