Fubo? Every day you bring something back and hide it, afraid we'll notice. You secretly eat it at midnight in your room, you think I don't know? All these things you keep for yourself and still act like you've done something big, humph! You really think you're something else!"
After speaking, Wang Fengjiao directly tossed aside the spatula, leaving the stuff cooking in the pot unattended, and walked out. After cursing out loud, she felt an unprecedented sense of relief and comfort, even the child who had been restless in her belly quieted down quite a bit.
Xie Yumian stood dumbfounded in the kitchen, smelling the burnt odor from the pot, recalling Wang Fengjiao's words. An indescribable anger almost made her lose her balance, mixed feelings of inferiority and pride made her clench her fists tightly, wanting to scream. She stared at the doorway, her almost irrational mind immediately thought of a person.
Jiang Lai.
Since she married into the family, life at home has changed.
