"Yaping, stop this. Hurry up and give the baby some milk. He's crying so hard he can't catch his breath. Don't let him cry himself sick." Li Mubo tried to place the baby in his wife's arms. The boy had a temper; once he started crying, it was hard to soothe him. A little milk might calm him down.
Zhou Yaping looked at her little son before her, and tears started streaming down her face again. "If he cries himself sick, so be it. It's not like anyone loves or cares about him anyway."
"What are you talking about? He's your son. Don't you care about him?" Li Mubo was starting to get genuinely angry.
"What damn good does it do if I'm the only one who cares? Do I have three heads and six arms or something? I have to do every single thing in this house. Do you think I have time to dote on a child?" Zhou Yaping just wanted to argue about this right now.
