Tong Tiehu's tone was commanding, this was not a negotiation, it was a direct order.
Zhang Family's initially weak body leaning on the pillow suddenly perked up when she heard this, "What does the matter of the second daughter-in-law have to do with me? I'm not the one who instructed her to sell any formula!"
"So what is your plan for your illness?" Tong Tiehu asked.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Family turned her eyes about and leaned back against the pillow, "Anyway, my life and death have nothing to do with Qiao Xiaomai, and it's not her turn to look after me, so my illness doesn't bother her at all."
Hearing this, Tong Tiehu sneered, "So you plan to stay sick for an indefinite period?"
"Currently, I do intend to stay ill."
In truth, she didn't want to continue this "illness" inside her room at all, permeated with an off-putting odor that wouldn't disperse, she ate and did everything else within this small, broken room.