Looking at his wife who resembled a quail, "From now on, my son will not go to the Zhou family, if you're not satisfied, then get lost."
"Your sisters also have sons, so why are you willing to send your son over there? Now he's been raised like this, are you satisfied?"
Zhou Minli was afraid, not because of her son, but because her husband was angry. She didn't think there was anything wrong with her son.
She tossed and turned all night, but her husband didn't pay her any attention.
The next day, Yang Zhiqiang heard the commotion outside and got up. He saw his younger brother making a fire for Mom.
He awkwardly stood to the side.
Yang Chunsheng got up, "Big brother, you make the fire, I will wash my face."
Yang Zhiqiang sat down, "Mom, when I picked up Shubao, I told the Zhou family that my son would not be going there in the future."
"Zhiqiang, why don't you start working on building a house today? You two should move out, leave the child here."
"Mom."
