I lowered my head and stayed silent. My gaze fell to the floor, where I could see my swollen face reflected in the grout between the tiles.
Lin Xueyao sat on the sofa, legs crossed as she looked at her phone without even lifting her eyelids. She stayed there and never said a word the whole time. She was looking at her phone when I was scolded for serving tea, and she was still looking at it when I was slapped, as if none of it had anything to do with her.
“That’s enough, Mom. There’s no point getting mad at someone like him.” My sister-in-law, Lin Xueqi, came downstairs and glanced at me. “If he were any use, he wouldn’t have been freeloading at home for three years.”
