Liu Xin returned home, her hand trembling as she opened the door. She could imagine the scene that awaited her once she entered.
"Bang!"
As soon as she stepped inside, a bowl was hurled at her, and Liu Xin instinctively dodged.
"Where have you been? You disappeared first thing in the morning. Have you been out fooling around?"
A sharp-featured middle-aged woman stormed over, her finger nearly poking Liu Xin's eyes!
"You don't cook, don't do laundry, don't clean, and Tongtong was late this morning!"
"Don't give me that miserable face. Whenever I see your face, I feel blocked!
It's just being hit by a man, and yet you're acting like you're on the verge of death. If you did your job well, would my son have hit you?
Hurry and cook; I helped you make the meal today, I'm exhausted..."
The woman's mouth incessantly spewed curses, not stopping for a moment.
