Lin Shuyas face stiffened, her neck slowly turning with reluctance.
When she saw Mrs. Qin, she instinctively hunched her back a little. After all these years of enduring the old woman's torment, she had developed a certain fear of her.
Meeting Mrs. Qin's sharp gaze, Lin Shuya hurriedly explained, "Mom, I was just asking Haige about a few things. I wasn't complaining."
Mrs. Qin glared at Lin Shuya and sneered coldly. "My ears are still working fine, I'm not deaf yet. You were just on the phone, whining to A-Hai, telling him that I despise you for not bearing a son, and accusing me of planting garlic and using manure in the living room."
Cold sweat began to dot Lin Shuya's forehead.
Mrs. Qin continued, "Lin Shuya, what does it matter to you what I do in my son's house? If you don't like it, feel free to pack your things and leave. If you're really capable, divorce A-Hai! There are plenty of women waiting to join the Qin family."