"There are things to handle at home, so my mom went back first," Shen Zian explained.
Li Erhua, with a dark face, shouted at Zhao Honglian, "Zhao Honglian, I'm warning you. I've entrusted my daughter to you. If she loses so much as a hair, I will make sure you regret it."
Holding a spatula, Zhao Honglian's face turned harsh, "Second sister, look at what you're saying. Didn't we agree before? Little An will stay at my house for a while, and she can help me out."
"Hmph! Don't make her work. At home, I can't bear to let her do even a bit of work."
Zhao Honglian couldn't even manage to say a single polite lie now.
"Also, don't forget the purpose of my daughter coming here. If she doesn't find a good husband, wait until New Year when you return with the third one. Let's see if your mother-in-law will treat you kindly." Li Erhua continued, lifting her chin with a bit of schadenfreude in her heart.
