Fu Xiaoxiao had imagined Lin Xue's sister's situation, but upon witnessing it firsthand, even as an outsider, Fu Xiaoxiao's fists clenched in anger.
Not to mention now that autumn has arrived, the wind is like a knife, stinging painfully, what was she wearing?
When they arrived, Lin Xue's sister, Lin Qiu, happened to come out of her room. She tightened her thin, faded shirt, holding a basin of dirty clothes, and with a hunched body, headed to the water tank in the corner of the courtyard.
Just as she squatted down and hadn't had time to put the water, she heard her mother-in-law's sharp voice from inside the house: "Xiaoqiu, you lazy girl, are you deliberately slacking off? I just saw you dawdling there for ages, and you can't even do this bit of work properly!"
Lin Qiu's body stiffened, quickly responding, her voice trembling slightly. "Mom, I'll wash them right away, it's almost done."
