"Why isn't Yun Lian back yet? My waist is going to break."
Liu Fang held her waist and wiped the sweat off her forehead with one hand. She was squatting on the ground, washing clothes.
The weather now was switching between hot and cold. Sometimes, it was as cold as winter. So, she had to wear a few clothes, but washing the thick clothes by hand was too strenuous. She really wanted someone to help her, but Yun Lian had not been home for two weeks.
"This damn girl must be avoiding work. When she comes back next time, I'll break her legs."
Liu Fang cursed while washing the clothes.
This Sunday, Yun Qiao came home to visit his parents and also bought two thick clothes for himself. As soon as he entered the house, he heard his first aunt cursing on the other side and could not help but frown.
