That day, Liu Yingzi came back from the market, carrying a basket of groceries.
The whole way home, she felt countless eyes on her back.
Back home, she slammed the door shut with a BANG.
She grabbed Cao Jiajia by the wrist and yanked her forward.
The girl's wrist was squeezed bright red, with several fingerprints already welling up on her skin, stinging painfully.
But she just bit her lip, kept her head down, and didn't dare make a sound.
Once she had been dragged inside, Liu Yingzi stomped her foot fiercely.
The grocery basket in her hand crashed to the floor with a THUD.
"Cao Daqiang! Where are you hiding now? Are you just going to lie around in here playing dead all day? What do you think this is? A retirement home? A place that feeds you, houses you, and lets you live a life of leisure?"
"Are we even going to keep living like this? How long are you going to keep freeloading?"
