The class bell rang, and the teacher left.
Zhong Guoqiang came over angrily, glaring at Yuan Chun as if he wanted to eat her alive, "Sis, why didn't you cook breakfast this morning, making me late for class?"
Yuan Chun sneered, "I told you yesterday, I won't do any chores from now on. Whatever you do, I'll do the same. We're all children of the Zhong family, why should there be any hierarchy? Why do I have to do all the housework by myself? I also want to enjoy the good life of getting clothes and food served to me."
"You... if you aren't cooking, you should at least tell Mom ahead of time," Zhong Guoqiang retorted angrily.
He didn't care who cooked at home, as long as it wasn't him. He just needed to wake up to food, couldn't go to school hungry, and certainly couldn't be late.
Yuan Chun raised her hand and slapped him, "Cooking for kids is a mother's responsibility. If Mom got up late, why are you taking it out on me? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"
Slap slap slap...
