"Go get me some water," Mrs. Song kept patting her chest, clearly choking, not suffering from SARS.
But Qin Xiangmei did not move for a long time, making Mrs. Song so angry that she had to get the water herself. The more she did, the more she disliked her daughter-in-law, who was as lazy as a pig, doing nothing but eating and sleeping.
Qin Xiangmei, staring at Mrs. Song's back, had a face full of fear, her eyes flickering with retreat.
"Mom, do you need to go to the hospital? Are you running a fever?"
"Running a fever my ass?!" Mrs. Song cursed bluntly, "I'm just choked on food, you're the one running a fever, your whole family is!"
