Liu Qingsong spoke with a wretched look on his face, drawing close to her and saying, "Have you noticed too? Actually... Ran Yun is tormenting me."
"She hits you?" Ran Yan asked in surprise.
"Not exactly, but she doesn't give me any spending money, takes all my monthly salary, and I have to report my whereabouts to her. If I look at any woman on the street who's older than three but younger than thirty, when I get home, I have to carry her on my back and run around the courtyard twenty times. Early in the morning before dawn, she drags me out of bed. If I hide any private money, she deducts it from my meals. I only get twelve sets of new clothes every half a year, and I have to work for three hours every day without lying down or sitting..."
After listening to his long-winded complaints, Ran Yan fell silent for a moment before saying, "Aren't those things you should be doing anyway?"
