The water on the floor hadn't dried yet. I was kneeling there, holding the rag in my hand, and heard my mother-in-law's voice hitting it from above my head.
"Qin Feng, look at how useless you are! As a food delivery guy, you only earn a few bucks a month. You can't even pay the tuition for my granddaughter's cram school. How dare you live in my house?"
I lowered my head and dug my nails into the rag. The midday news was playing on the TV in the living room, and the female anchor's voice was sweet, saying that housing prices in Haicheng had risen again. Whether it goes up or not has nothing to do with me. I can't even pay the rent. I live in a five-square-meter storage room at my mother-in-law's house.
