At that moment, Luo Shuxiu was wearing an apron. She had just finished tidying the house and washing the clothes, and even ironed her husband's shirts.
She also prepared foot bath water, containing medicinal herbs that could relieve fatigue, which she had specially formulated for her.
After looking after Mother Lin and almost finishing the chores, she had just about to sit down for a break when she saw her husband, his face ashen, dragging their son into the house and then flung the boy onto the sofa.
Luo Shuxiu's complexion changed instantly.
Mother Lin, who was sitting in the living room listening to the radio, sprang to her feet and glared at Lin Han, "What are you doing? Why did you throw Little Ze like that? Right, wasn't Little Ze supposed to be at self-study?"
Indeed, what was going on?
Lin Han didn't know where to begin to explain.
