Walking behind Mrs. Lu, listening to what Mrs. Lu was nagging about. Of course, on the phone, she had already heard her son explain the situation first, so Mrs. Yao had a good idea of what was happening and said, "If you don't care about your son yourself, maybe you think you have too many sons. How about giving Lu Jun to me?"
"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Lu turned around, glaring at her.
"Did I say anything wrong? Listening to you, anyone would think that. They all think you want to drive your son away." Mrs. Yao's words were as sharp as a knife.
Mrs. Lu defended herself, "How can I drive him away? How dare I? The house is his own."
"Why are you talking about him, huh?" Mrs. Yao asked.
Mrs. Lu rubbed her hands idly, "I'm talking for his own good."
