Zhang Mingyang was exceedingly busy outside, and Li Shujiao was feeling very frustrated.
Li Shuning at home would direct Li Shujiao to do things.
If Li Shujiao refused, Li Shuning would look at her coldly, making her feel uncomfortable.
Moreover, Li Shuning said, as sisters, when the older sister is ill, shouldn't the younger sister take care of her?
No choice, when you're under someone else's roof, you can't but bow your head, clean, cook; Li Shujiao had to do it.
Within a few days, Li Shujiao started to look weary.
Zhang Mingyang returned home then, almost let out a yell of surprise.
Originally, Li Shujiao was like a blooming flower, bright and vibrant, but now she seemed as if the flower had withered.
"Wife, what's going on? What's happened to Jiaojiao?"
Zhang Mingyang was so shocked that he carelessly let out the nickname in his heart.
Fortunately, it seemed neither of the two in the room paid attention to this nickname.
