Lu Chen came in from outside.

"Mom, what do you mean by this?" After parking his bicycle, Lu Chen walked in and saw that Lu He had been beaten. The warm and tidy clothes, quilts and books in the room had been carelessly thrown away by his mother.

"This was prepared by Qiaoyue and me for Lu He. You have no right to throw it away like this." Lu He didn't agree to let them into the room, and they wouldn't go in either. But in just a short while, her mother had made such a mess of it.

"Lu Chen, I'm your mother. You'd better watch your words. Lu He is my daughter. What's wrong with me doing what I want with her things!" Lu's mother became even angrier when she saw her son questioning her like this.

She came out of the room and angrily questioned, "It's one thing not to send money home, but you didn't even pick me up when I came here. Did this woman teach you to do this?"

She learned that her son was a regimental commander, earning a monthly salary of one hundred yuan.

I used to send them fifty yuan a month, but since I got married, I only send them fifteen yuan a month.

"I raised you all these years, do you know how hard it was for me?" When Lu's mother glared at Shen Qiaoyue, she looked so angry that she wanted to kill her.

Lu's mother had already found him a partner back in his hometown, hoping to find him a wife there so she could control Lu Chen. However, he got married without saying a word.

"Brother Lu Chen, sister-in-law, you're back?" a voice called out.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with delicate and defined features, and wore two small braids.

Shen Qiaoyue looked towards the doorway.

A sense of crisis has arisen.

When Lu He looked up at the woman, her eyes were full of disdain.