Jin Bin returned home and went into the house with a gloomy face without a word.
His wife, An Ying, was washing clothes under the grape rack in the courtyard. Seeing that he had returned so early and did not look well, she asked him,"Jinbin, what's wrong?"
Jin Bin couldn't be bothered with her. He pushed open the door and threw himself on the bed.
An Ying felt that something was not right. She pulled a towel from the washing line above her head and wiped her hands before walking into the house. Seeing her husband lying on the bed with a frown, she asked him carefully,"Jinbin, are you not feeling well? Do you have a fever?"
Just as her hand was about to touch Jin Bin's head, he violently waved it away.
"Get lost!"
An Ying took two steps back and looked at him with hurt eyes.
"Don't always look sad. I'm annoyed by it. Get lost. I'm annoyed!" Jin Bin never had a good temper towards his wife, so he scolded her immediately.
