Gu Jianbin's face darkened instantly as he asked, "What are you making a fuss about now?"
Gu's wife's expression was particularly cold. "I'm not making a fuss anymore. This house is for you and your mother; I won't stay. I'll leave. I'm not part of the Gu Family. Can't I leave?"
Anyone with clear eyes could see that Gu's wife's heart had cooled entirely to utter such words.
Gu Jianbin felt a headache coming on, "My mother came here out of goodwill to help you with the child, didn't she? Why can't you appreciate that?"
"I can't appreciate that?" Gu's wife scoffed. "Gu Jianbin, do you have a conscience when you say that? Do you not know what happened the last time your mother came? She said she was here to help me with my postpartum recovery, but in reality, I had to cook for her. Was she here to help me, or was it her postpartum?"
