Xie Qiao's health was much better than before, but she would still calm herself down. Even if she spoke too fast, she could not help but worry that her body would not be able to withstand it, and it had become a habit.
After she finished speaking, the man in the house was already red-eyed.
"Did she really say that..." the man suddenly squatted down with his hand covering his face. "I'm not lazy, I just... without her, I don't know what I would do…"
"Why can't you do anything? You can sweep the courtyard, can't you?" Xie Qiao mocked. She was still terrifyingly calm. "You didn't cherish her when she was alive, and you made your wife tired, but you never thanked her. When she dies, no one will work for you. Do you remember how good she was? Even after she died, she still has to stay in this courtyard for you to reminisce. You really used your wife thoroughly."
Jiang Jinlu started to be on guard.