At home, I only saw Zhang Wu during the festivities, and now,
Zhang Wu was verbally abusing me every day, saying whatever he wanted.
"Stop crying!"
"Hold it in!"
Zhang Wu pointed a finger toward Ding Baijie's pretty face.
"Dare to shed another tear and see what happens!"
Ding Baijie knew she would be beaten if she cried, so she forcibly held back the tears, overwhelmed by injustice.
After a long while, Ding Baijie said, "Husband, can you give me a thousand yuan? I need it."
In her heart, she thought about the thousand yuan she owed Li Zhiyan, which was why she had considered finding a job.
But since Zhang Wu wouldn't allow it, she had no choice but to ask him for the money.
"A thousand yuan?"
"Isn't the two hundred yuan I gave you enough to spend?"
"What do you need a thousand yuan for?"
"You've really been getting out of line lately."
"I'll have to beat you right away, you damn bitch!"
