Han Zhan, You Know My Mother?

Like Song Ci, Song Fei also liked bacon and sausages very much. The two dishes on the table were almost entirely eaten by the two sisters.

Han Zhan and Yan Jiang stared at each other and didn't dare to say anything. After the meal, the two of them still had to roll up their sleeves and wash the dishes without complaints.

In the living room, the two sisters were gathered together. Song Ci was muttering something to herself. Song Fei played with her cell phone and occasionally replied to Song Ci.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Yan Jiang took a plate with his left hand and a rag with his right, quickly washing the dishes one by one. Hearing Song Ci's incessant chatter in the living room, Yan Jiang pitied Han Zhan quite a bit. "The one at your house has never stopped talking the entire day. Don't you think it's noisy?"