Every time there's work at home, or someone to take care of, they think of her, their daughter.
Zhang Daniu thought to herself, neither her husband's family liked her, nor her own family. She felt her life was very tough. Blaming herself for being useless, blaming her husband for having no responsibility.
But what can be done about it.
"You wretched girl, what are you talking about? Who snatched the child's things? Speaking nonsense outside. See if I don't beat you to death..."
Liang Weixiang, leaning on a crutch, was about to hit Zhang Daniu in front of so many relatives.
Zhang Daniu and her husband exchanged a glance. Once more confirming their conversation from last night. They didn't plan to dodge, sighing softly in their hearts, thinking that in the future if the family had affairs, she might as well learn to shirk.
