"You still dare to talk back?!" The old woman swung her arm again, about to slap him.
Zhao Dahai hurriedly crouched, trying to dodge the blow. But the old woman was even more nimble; she pulled back her arm and switched to kicking him instead.
She kicked her own son straight to the ground.
"Ow!" Zhao Dahai landed hard on his backside, his features scrunched up like a chrysanthemum. "Can't you leave me a way to live?!"
"Who told you to send me to this godforsaken place?!" The old woman refused to let it go.
Zhao Dahai looked like he was about to cry. "Didn't you insist on finding a handsome old man?! You wanted to come here yourself!"
"Did I?" The old woman rubbed her nose, paused for a second, then snapped viciously, "Then why didn't you come visit me?!"
Zhao Dahai looked even more aggrieved. "Didn't you tell me not to bother you unless something happened?!"
The old woman: "..."
So, ten minutes later, Zhao Dahai stood obediently behind the old woman, massaging her shoulders one moment and pounding her legs the next. He wore a fawning smile and kept asking after her comfort. "Mom, is the pressure okay? Does it feel good?!"
The old woman sat with her legs crossed, displaying her authority in the family before the cameras.
Director Li came running out of the monitoring room. When he saw the old woman's bearing, he felt strangely dazed, as though he were looking at his own wife.
At home, he was just as humble and submissive.
"What's going on? Why is everyone gathered here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?!" Director Li had been busy calling his wife and had not caught all the activity in the livestream. It was only when his