Feng Yun shot him a sharp glare.
"With that mouth of yours running so fast and so constantly, you should be working as a mediator at the neighborhood office. You could spend all day yapping away and call it a public service. Your life is bitterer than coptis, is it? Well, if your life is so miserable and you can’t handle it, then just stop living. When the time comes, I’ll burn enough paper money for you that you can feast and squander your wealth to your heart’s content in the afterlife."
Hu Guangcai, having only made a single snide remark, was suddenly hit with a deluge of vitriol from Feng Yun, including a curse on his own life. He shouted back in indignation, "Mom, what is that supposed to mean? I’m your son! Is that any way for a mother to talk? Cursing your own son? Do you have any idea how hard it was for you to raise me? If I really died, you’d be the one crying all over the place looking for a spot to bury me."
Chapter 162