Those people, upon hearing my dad's words, laughed even more joyfully.

They were all talking at once about the bad things Sun Wenle had done, even mentioning going to wash their feet improperly.

It seems they don't want Sun Wenle to have it easy at all.

My dad took the opportunity to snap a picture of the chat records in that group.

A faint smirk appeared on my lips: "How clean are you guys? Don't tell me you haven't soaked your feet together before?

"Just by looking at your group name, I can tell it's not something good."

Just as Fatty was about to criticize me, Sun Wenle's mom arrived.

She was furious: "Yuan Xinxin, what have you done to my son? If he has any trouble, I'll make you pay for it."

She wasn't like this before, especially during the dowry discussions, her attitude was very proper.

My mom pulled me behind her, her face full of killing intent, pointing at her nose: "You old hag, do you dare say those words again in front of me.

"Do you think I'm dead? How dare you bully my daughter in front of me."

Sun Wenle's mom's expression changed instantly.

She wiped away a tear: "Wenwen is my only son, I was confused for a moment, you all can surely understand."

Laughable, she came not to inquire about Sun Wenle's condition, but to pick a fight with me.

I seriously doubt she genuinely cares for her son.

I pointed at the group of people on the bench: "Go scold them! It was them who drank with your son and ended up in the hospital."