"Xiaoli, we're at your place! Remember, don't say anything reckless in front of your mom, alright? Comfort her! She must be feeling very down right now!"
Standing at Niu Xiaoli's doorstep, Su Liuying urged her, knowing that Niu Xiaoli often quarreled with her mother as well.
"Yeah, right, she can withstand it, but if it were me, I would have divorced him eight hundred years ago!"
Niu Xiaoli rolled her eyes unhappily. She couldn't understand how her mom had endured so many years of this abusive life and felt some contempt for her, thinking her too weak.
"Ah, Xiaoli, your mom is just trying to do what's best for you and your brother. Saying that would hurt her feelings. Just vent in front of me, not to her face!"
Su Liuying became anxious and grabbed Niu Xiaoli's hand, admonishing her once again.
"Alright, alright, I got it!"
