Su Qiao gave her an unapologetic sidelong glance. "Could it be because you have a hard life?"
"Do you miss the feeling of being beaten?"
With a bang, Su Qiao slammed the refrigerator shut. Expressionless, she walked step by step toward the old woman. "How about having your son beat you a few more times, so you can return to the way things used to be?"
"Y-You've gone crazy?"
The old woman finally recovered her dropped jaw. Pointing at Su Qiao, she was both furious and shocked.
Su Qiao did not care in the slightest how she reacted. She rudely kicked the refrigerator door.
"The meat in the refrigerator isn't fresh. I want shrimp. I want seafood. Go buy some for me."
"Xiao Qiao, what... what's wrong with you?"
The old woman felt that something was wrong with her. Very wrong.
The old Su Qiao had been quiet and refined, and she spoke very gently. Even when she was beaten, she would only lower her head and remain silent.
But the Su Qiao standing before her now had an expressionless face and cold, fierce eyes. She was completely unapologetic when speaking to her and started cursing at the slightest provocation.
Su Qiao shoved her and spoke even more forcefully. "I said I want seafood. I want shrimp. Can't you understand plain human speech?"
"Then... then Mom will go buy some right now."
The moment Su Qiao got fierce, the old woman instinctively felt a little afraid.
It was a conditioned reflex she had developed over many years.
She hurriedly took her small wallet and picked up the market basket.
When she reached the door, the old woman thought of her son. Still uneasy, she turned back and reminded her, "Xiao Qiao, stay home and behave. Don't go anywhere, understand?"
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