Depend on Him

The old lady dared not speak at that moment. She felt that the more she spoke, the more mistakes she made, and the more it would benefit that girl who was like a devil!

How long had it been?

It had been less than two hours since they came. The two girls' rooms had been looted, and the homemakers had been chased to the back kitchen to work. Would the old lady not die from anger if that went on?!

"Father, this tea is old. I'd like to have a new one." Xie Qiao glanced at the tea leaves after taking a sip of the tea and then looked at Xie Niushan pitifully.

Xie Niushan asked by instinct, "What's the difference between new and old tea leaves? Aren't they just mixed with water?" 

Xie Qiao looked at him while smiling. "Father is right. Dead wives and wives who are alive are the same. New and old, they're about the same."

Xie Niushan's eyelids twitched.