Mother Qi hurried back to Huangtian Village, her steps rapid as she fixated on complaining to her husband about the unfilial nature of their son, daughter-in-law, and daughter.
But when she arrived home, she saw her youngest son moving something and couldn't help but ask, "Jianguo, why are you home? Don't you have classes today?"
As soon as Qi Jianguo saw her, he put down what he was holding. Mother Qi recognized it, wasn't that the quilt she usually used?
She looked up at the sky; the weather wasn't looking good today. It was not the right time to air out a quilt.
"Why are you taking out the quilt? There's no sunshine, and it's still March, when there's plenty of rain. Don't air it, take it back inside. Where's your father?" Mother Qi was just about to step into the courtyard when a loud shout stopped her.
"Stand right there!" Father Qi shouted at her from the door.
