"..." Fang Xiaoya bit her lower lip tightly, shook her head, and gave no reply.
It wasn't that she didn't want to speak, but she feared she would burst into tears the moment she opened her mouth.
"What's the matter? You tell your classmate, huh?" The mother-in-law jabbed hard at Fang Xiaoya's shoulder.
"I haven't hit you or scolded you, why are you putting on a pitiful show for? If I knew you were this sort of woman, I would not have let my son marry you! You have no respect for your elders at all!"
"You act as though I have treated you unjustly, you city folks who have money think you're so great, huh? My son can earn money too! You're such a delicate thing, a good word to you is lost on you, are you crazy?"
Hearing this, Jing Yiren frowned, and blankly pushed away the old woman's hand from Fang Xiaoya's shoulder.
She snapped lowly: "Just talk, what are you pointing and ordering for?"
