"Xiao Chuan, don't blame Aunt Tang for being nosy. Yuanyuan is a good wife. Since your injury, she hasn't left your side, taking care of you tirelessly. She's shed countless tears for you. You can't talk about her like that."
Tang Muchuan spoke as she took out the food from the lunchbox, preparing to reheat it.
Feng Yuanyuan understood the intention behind Tang Muchuan's defense—after all, right now, Tang Muchuan's 'life' was in Feng Yuanyuan's grasp!
"All she does is cry; what's the use? She can't handle even the smallest task. Isn't she just useless?"
Zhao Zichuan snorted coldly, seeing Feng Yuanyuan standing still beside him. His anger boiled over again: "Are you brain-dead? Can't you see Aunt Tang is busy reheating the food? Can't you lend a hand?"
Only then did Feng Yuanyuan hurriedly come over. Tang Muchuan said, "It's okay, Yuanyuan. You haven't rested much since yesterday; I can handle it alone."
