Wang Xiufen then refrained from confronting Zhao Xiulian.

Yang Lu glanced at them and walked towards the next room.

Even though it was her own yard, she still felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

In the kitchen in the front yard, Gao Baoliang had already started a fire on the stove. When he saw her, he waved to her and called her over.

He ruffled her hair and said apologetically:

"You know what my mom is like at home. From now on, just ignore what she says and don't pay any attention to her."

Yang Lu glared at him and punched his chest:

"Knowing your mother is like this, why did you still call her over!"

Gao Baoliang quickly made a gesture of surrender, "I swear to God, I absolutely did not call her over."

Last time, she asked me on the phone why my belly wasn't showing any signs of pregnancy and whether I couldn't have children. I got angry and told her I was pregnant.

I told her then and there that she didn't need to come, but she showed up without a word.

He was speechless.

If his mother were a kind and gentle person, it would be fine, but he had been abused by his mother since he was a child, otherwise he would be eager to run away!

He came to the capital because his mother was pressuring him to get married, and he came in a fit of anger.

After Gao Baoliang put the rice on to steam, he started washing the vegetables.

I haven't used this kitchen in a long time, and I'm not familiar with many of the things there.

The vegetables were also brought over from next door.

Yang Lu had nothing to do, so she helped carry it twice.

Zhao Xiulian was displeased to see Gao Baoliang busy in the kitchen and said to her:

"You're so lazy. You're pregnant and you don't go to work or even cook. We're looking for a wife, not a patriarch."