Zhu Hongyun rolled over irritably again, grabbing the pillow harshly and wrestling with it. Just because someone was good with their hands, could they wield so much power? Why couldn't she, Hongyun, cook?
Tong Erlang was sitting at her bedside, using a large palm fan to create breezes for both of them. Seeing Zhu Hongyun in this state, he asked in a soft voice, "Xiaoyun, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Zhu Hongyun replied sullenly.
"Don't lie face down, you will hurt your face." Tong Erlang said consolingly.
The other day, Tong Xingda had slapped her face until it swelled, and the swelling had not yet completely subsided.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Hongyun sat up angrily and pinched Tong Erlang fiercely several times.
How despicable, a father-in-law actually hitting his own daughter-in-law.
Who else could do such a thing?
With elders like Tong Tiehu and Tong Xingda, she was really unlucky!
