A shrill female voice broke the pretense of tranquility. The speaker was his mother-in-law, Zhang Lan. She was wearing a silk nightgown, and her well-maintained face was full of disdain at the moment, as if looking at Lin Chen more than once was polluting her eyes.
"Our Su family has been unlucky for eight lifetimes before we got a son-in-law like you! Three years! It's been three years! You are so lazy that you don't do anything to give birth. You stay at home like a parasite, eating and drinking from my daughter. Do you still want to face me?"
Lin Chen's chewing movement slowed down, and the bread crumbs became a little dry in his mouth.
