Qi Guoqing was both angry and anxious, standing there for a long time without calming down: perhaps in his last life, he did all kinds of evil deeds, so heaven sent him such a mother in this life.
He raised his hand and slapped himself. Borrowing a bicycle on his way out, he desperately rushed to his rural hometown.
Even though he was living tightly himself, he always ended up being the sucker. As soon as his uncle and aunt complained, his own mother would help them regardless, making his life as a son unbearable.
If it weren't for his own mother always causing trouble, with the support from his father-in-law and brother-in-law, he wouldn't worry about not having a day to shine at the city machinery factory. Reaching this point today, who could he blame?
No matter what, that was still his own mother. What could he do? Speak lightly, she wouldn't listen; speak harshly, and she would act as if her life depended on it.
