Zhao Guilan went home in a huff.
Liu Baoguo helped the old lady into the house one step behind her.
"Mom, you go and rest in your room. Guilan has that kind of temper, don't mind her. I'll try to talk to her."
His wife had such a temper that she would probably come home and give his mother an attitude.
The old lady sighed. Living in her second son's house, while she was close to her second son and daughter-in-law, she could not bear the latter's temper.
Over the years, she's been prone to throwing tantrums and giving people the cold shoulder.
She doesn't care at all; to her, elders don't even seem to exist.
If it weren't for her fondness for her second son, she wouldn't stay here and endure this.
But what can she do when her husband died early, leaving her alone, and now the eldest son is gone too?
If she doesn't bear it, what else can she do? Must she really watch her second son suffer this indignity?
She can only bear this grievance as an old lady.
