Zhao Dongxiu was taken aback, then stomped her foot in anger, "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about, why did you run away, you..."
Brother Zhao came over and slapped his sister, "Shut up, it's all your fault, you damn girl. If you hadn't instigated this, would we have gotten beaten up? I think Mom should have beaten you. We were living just fine, but you keep arguing with your husband; aren't you tired of it? I'm certainly fed up with it."
"Exactly, sis, if you don't start living well with brother-in-law, who knows, he might get tired of you and divorce you. Then, don't come back to our parental home, the Zhao family can't afford to lose this face." Little Zhao said.
Second Brother Zhao also said, "If I were brother-in-law, I couldn't tolerate your bad temper either. I would have divorced you long ago. Little sister, you're lucky to have married him, don't be foolish enough to push this blessing away."
