The next day, after hearing the neighbor lock the door and the footsteps fade away, Ho Laidi and Chiang Songtao left the yard one after another, looking at the door guarded by the Iron General with grim faces.
"Dad, don't you think Chiang Xiao is just too bizarre? How did she become so bold now?" Ho Laidi's cheeks had sunken in from thinness, and now she looked even more sharp-tongued and malicious.
Chiang Songtao's back was slightly bent, as all the farming work of these days had fallen on him alone, nearly crushing him.
What they were most grateful for now was that their second daughter-in-law still had a salary, which Ho Laidi dug into deeply each month, barely sustaining them.
