Half a basin of water with foam poured on her head and face. The cold liquid dripped down the ends of her hair and soaked her collar. The rotten orange smell of cheap soap penetrated her nose. "You're so slow! Are you trying to freeze my son to death?" The sharp curse was like an awl, piercing her eardrums. Mother-in-law Zhang Guifen had her hands on her hips, her fat body blocking the bathroom door, and her saliva almost sprayed onto Lin Zhao's face. Her triangular eyes were full of disdain, as if she were looking at a pile of unsightly garbage. "It's almost the end of the year, and your brother's partner is coming over. If you can't handle this at home, what's the use of raising you?"
Lin Zhao lowered his head, his wet bangs sticking to his forehead.
