"Pack your clothes," Father Zhang looked at his wife, his voice cold.
Mother Zhang seemed to pick up on his disdain. She looked at him quizzically, wanting to ask why they were going to Eldest Brother's house when they were living rather comfortably now.
But Father Zhang didn't even spare her a glance. After all these years, didn't she know who had been good to her?
How was he supposed to refute what his youngest son, Zhang Jiang, had just told him? Upon closer examination, it seemed that things over the years had unfolded in just such a manner.
Just like when his mother-in-law had once said that his eldest grandson had hit his youngest. Instead of reprimanding the older one, she implored the younger to not reveal the matter to his parents.
What kind of behavior was that?
He knew that his daughter-in-law was timid. Before they had divided the family property, she suffered a bit, but he hadn't expected that she would treat the two children so unfairly after the separation.
