"You bitch! How long will it take you to bring me some warm water to wash my feet?"
A hoarse voice echoed in the small house of the Qiao family. Han Xuehan, who was boiling water in the kitchen, clenched her fingers and hurriedly poured the water into the foot basin and went to the room where her mother-in-law lived. As soon as she entered the room, a shoe came flying and hit her on the face, leaving a dirty footprint on Han Xuehan's cheek.
Seeing this, Madam Qiao was quite satisfied, and her vanity was also settled. She sneered coldly, "You bitch, I just asked you to boil some water. Why did you take your sweet time to bring it? Do you even know how hard it is for me to work in the fields?"
