Little girl?
Did the mister say that?
...
Sister-in-law Zhang's words were full of pressure for Yuan Yumeng.
Initially, she didn't necessarily have to drink, but now she felt she had to, even if it killed her. With a defiant glance at Sister-in-law Zhang, she downed two large glasses with a splash.
She regretted it as soon as she was done, her stomach felt uncomfortable, as if her intestines were frozen; she clutched her stomach and whimpered, "Sister-in-law Zhang, I'm going upstairs to nap for a bit, don't come looking for me, I plan to sleep for a long time—"
Sister-in-law Zhang shook her head helplessly, knowing from her demeanor that she had a tiff with the mister, even though everything seemed fine when she left that morning.
What was it over this time?
