But now, denying it was no longer an option; she could only recount the events of that year in detail.
Zhang Baosheng's face grew darker as he listened. His hand clenched into a fist, and he slammed it onto the table at the edge of the kang. A canning jar used as a cup was on the table, and his arm knocked it to the floor.
Fortunately, it was an earthen floor, so the canning jar didn't break.
Zhang Baosheng's eyes were bloodshot with fury. "Fang Zhichun, are you even damn human?"
Fang Zhichun was scared by his demeanor and immediately sat up. "Baosheng, listen to me," she pleaded. "I was just thinking about us returning to the countryside. Since it was Qin Lijuan who was swapped, I thought I'd just go with the flow and spare our daughter the hardship of returning to the countryside."
