"Why isn't it home?" Mrs. Zhai was afraid of her husband but wasn't afraid of her son. After all, her husband could hit her, but her son wouldn't dare to lay a hand on her. So she stiffened her neck and shouted at her son, "If it's not home, where did you come from? If it's not home, how did you grow up so big? What's wrong? Now your wings are hardened, and you dare to despise your mother? Let me tell you, wherever you go, I am your mother. If you dare to defy me, I'll sue you, accuse you of being unfilial…"
Ma Laiwang looked at the woman with disheveled hair, her spittle flying everywhere. She should have been the closest person to him, yet now she looked so unfamiliar.
Mrs. Zhai felt uneasy under her son's gaze. Her original ranting voice unconsciously lowered, and she moved to the corner of the kang bed, feeling a bit scared: "You brat, what do you want?"
