"It's been three years, what can you do?" Zhao Meiling's voice was high and mean, like fingernails scraping a blackboard. "The clothes can't be washed clean, and the food can't be cooked well. If you go to work, you can earn three thousand yuan a month - three thousand yuan! Do you know that the dog we raise needs more than three thousand yuan of dog food a month!"
Lin Wanqing frowned and finally said: "Mom, stop talking."
