Yang Jing didn't answer, but her evasive gaze said it all.
"Fuck, what the hell happened? Did you piss her off?"
The tin-roof shack wasn't very soundproof, but with the constant howling of the wind outside, and since Shen Lu and Yang Jing had spoken inside the greenhouse, Liu Yaozu and Liu Qiang hadn't heard a thing. They didn't even know Shen Lu had been there.
"I... I didn't." Yang Jing shook her head. No matter how slow she was, she knew she absolutely couldn't take the blame right now, otherwise Liu Yaozu would do something terrible.
"Forget it. Throwing a tantrum at your mother isn't going to change anything," Liu Qiang suddenly interjected. "But you have to tell us exactly why we're not getting a meal tomorrow. You need to be clear about that."
It was true that Liu Qiang had initially looked down on Shen Lu, and he especially hadn't wanted to live under someone else's roof.
But the longer he stayed, the more his way of thinking gradually changed.
