"You're being unreasonable. It was you who didn't want to stay at home. We can't just leave the land unattended, and they didn't just plant it for nothing—they even paid the grain tax for us."
"Is that little grain tax even worth mentioning?"
"You... you really are..."
Feng Dajun was so angry he was at a loss for words. Unable to argue with her, he simply left the house.
Sister-in-law Feng realized that she had angered him away late at night and only then did she regret the words she had said earlier.
It was just that she couldn't accept it—why could others easily have a son while it was so difficult for her to want one?
Why didn't heaven have eyes, specifically letting her give birth to a daughter?
Her Da Jun is so promising, yet she couldn't even provide him this most basic thing.
"What are you looking at?" Sister-in-law Feng turned her head and saw Feng Jingjing next to her, and her anger flared yet again.
