Having knelt in the Lin Family's courtyard for so long, his knees were killing him. Spotting a long stone slab in the yard, he called for Liu Qingshui to sit with him.
"Qingshui, come sit with dad over there for a while. When your mom finishes tidying up, we can go to sleep."
Seeing this, Liu Rumei took a deep breath.
How the mighty have fallen. Her husband, who once spoke softly before her, not daring to utter a harsh word, was now ordering her around.
And the most infuriating part was that she couldn't say no, otherwise they really wouldn't have a place to live.
"Yushui, come help mom tidy up."
She turned her gaze on her daughter, intending to call her over to help.
"Mom, I'm pregnant, how can I do such heavy work?" Liu Yushui refused as soon as she heard her words.
The place was full of dust and weeds, there was barely any place left to stand, let alone clean it up. She would not do it.
"Let Chushui do it instead."