Su Miao's husband, Su Minjian, glared at the small room with a gloomy face: "Whose grown daughter doesn't work during the day, just lies around? Make her get up, otherwise she won't find a husband."
Which good young man would want such a lazy woman as a wife? Even being the village head wouldn't change that.
Su Miao was already in a bad mood, and hearing her father talk about finding a husband made her feel even more wronged. She angrily swept everything off the kang onto the floor.
Ding Qiuyue sighed: "The girl is not feeling well, let her lie down."
"What's wrong? Is someone bullying our daughter? Or is she sick?" Although Su Minjian was very dissatisfied with his daughter's laziness, he cared deeply, and quickly asked his wife when something seemed off.
