"Aiyo, the Scholar Master has arrived—" jeered a young wife with a sour tone.
Song Chongjin, as if hearing nothing, led Wang Yongzhu forward without a sideward glance, treating the group of young women and wives as if they were nothing.
Wang Yongping, following behind them, furrowed his brows and chided, "What are you all gawking at? What? It's already late, shouldn't you be going home to cook and nurse the children? What's there to stare at my brother-in-law for?"
Jinguan, no longer a child but not yet fully grown, occasionally listened to adult conversations, understanding only half. Making a face, he blurted out, "What's to look at? Even if you keep staring, Uncle will still be my aunt's! With your ugly mugs, how can you even compare to my aunt? Lalalala…"
That certainly stirred up the hornet's nest.
Which woman would want to be called an ugly monster?
Besides, even comparing with the former Wang Yongzhu, wasn't everyone a goddess descended to earth?
