Old Mrs. Mu rushed forward, trying to tear Mrs. Liu's face apart.
Mrs. Liu stepped back repeatedly, and Mu Dajiang, who had just returned from work, turned red-eyed at the sight of his mother hitting Mrs. Liu.
The man charged in, pushing Old Mrs. Mu aside.
"Mother, what are you doing?" Mu Dajiang questioned loudly.
"What am I doing? Why don't you ask what your good wife has done? Not washing clothes, not cooking, even not feeding the pigs. She thinks herself a young lady, so precious!
Let her look at her old bark-like face; what else can she do besides work?"
Old Mrs. Mu jumped and cursed.
Those words sounded extremely nasty.
Mu Dajiang stiffened his neck and responded, "Mother, why do you make us do all the work? Why don't you tell my second brother's family too? My second sister-in-law can cook and wash clothes."
"But don't give all the work to our family; we get tired too. Look at Xiaxia's mother, when does she ever rest?"
