Wang Guihua was dissatisfied with everything she saw. Why wouldn't she stay in a good home, but would rather suffer outside? She shielded her eyebrows, looked around, wiped everything with her hand, and when she found dust, she said unpleasant things.
Yang Hongying got up to clean the dishes, without saying a word.
Wang Guihua angrily said, "What's your attitude when I say you're wrong? Why don't you speak?"
Yang Hongying glanced at Wang Guihua, "No matter what I say, you won't be satisfied, so I might as well say nothing."
"You… Jun Tao, look at your wife! Is this how she talks to me?"
Gu Juntao sighed, "Mom, what do you want? Do you want me to hit my wife?"
"I would never. I'm just pointing out her shortcomings so she can correct them, it's all for your sake." She sighed and grabbed her son's wrist, "You've never suffered, you don't understand anything, you're living such a hard life outside, why not come home?"
