"I'm not going back."
Fan Zhili pushed Yang Baotian aside and began complaining to Liu Dalian.
"Auntie, you don't know what's been happening in our family. Ever since I joined the Yangs, I've had to accommodate her, Yang Baozhu, every day. Cooking, laundry, cleaning—it's all on me. Even if I accept that Yang Baozhu doesn't do anything, she should at least wash her own clothes. But no, even her clothes have to be washed by me. In the middle of winter, I even had to wash her bloody underwear. Tell me, isn't that just bullying?"
Hearing this from the doorway, Yang Baozhu was almost mortified to death.
"Sister-in-law, what are you talking about? Are you doing this on purpose?"
Today, Fan Zhili was deliberately stirring things up. As soon as Yang Baozhu appeared, she became even more animated: "What's the matter? Just because you did it doesn't mean I can't talk about it. I'm telling the truth. If there's even a half-truth, may I have a son without an anus."
"You, I'll hit you."
