Gu Lejia was in no mood to listen to all that right now. "Just tell me, are you going to help or not? This is a living, breathing human life we're talking about!"
Jin Qianqian looked at him as if he were an idiot. They had fled from famine all the way here and watched countless lives perish right before their eyes. "Why wasn't this kid so compassionate back then?" she wondered.
"Is Aunt Seven the one stopping you from helping? Seventh Uncle, you're a grown man and the head of this household. How can you listen to a woman?" Gu Lejia suddenly shouted, pointing at Jin Qianqian.
Jin Qianqian, who had inexplicably caught a stray bullet, was speechless. "What does this have to do with me? I was just enjoying the drama as a bystander. How did I get dragged into this?" she thought.
They always said that a married-in wife was an outsider. It seemed this mindset existed across all ages—the newcomers were always the ones to blame.
