Yao Yun seemed to have expected this and smiled bitterly.
The next day.
The door to Yao Yun's room opened.
Zhou Xue stood in front of her and crossed her arms. "Have you thought it through? You're not in charge of this family."
"Mom, I've thought it through. I'll listen to you in the future." Yao Yun's lips were dry and cracked, and her face was filled with despair.
She was about to die of cold.
Zhou Xue smiled proudly. "That's good. You've should have acted like this a long time ago. If you did, you wouldn't have to suffer so much, right?"
Yao Yun was untied.
After a few days, Zhou Xue went out to play mahjong and asked Yao Yun to cook at home.
Yao Yun placed all the rat poison she had bought into the soup.
She realized that her memory was getting weaker and weaker. The time that she was alert was getting lesser. She was about to become a fool.
She had to take revenge when she was sober.
