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Li Hongxia snorted, slammed the door and left.

The door panel hit the door frame with a clang, causing the dust on the wall to rustle down.

The room became quiet.

Zhao Sumei stood by the kang, holding Lin Wei in her arms and looking at Lin Guoqiang without blinking.

The eldest daughter Lin Jing was holding a bowl and a spoon in her mouth, looking at her parents with a blank look on her face.

Lin Guoqiang put down the shovel, turned around and looked at Zhao Sumei.

Zhao Sumei’s eyes were red.

"The country is strong..."

Her voice was trembling a little, "What happened to you today...what happened to you today? You never dared to talk to mom like this before..."

Lin Guoqiang walked over, took Lin Wei from her hand, and held her in his arms carefully.

The one-year-old little girl was soft and looked at him with a pair of big black grape-like eyes. She said "ahhh" twice and stretched out her little hands to scratch his nose.

Lin Guoqiang looked down at his daughter, his eyes sore.

In the last life, this daughter was married to Fatty Wang at her mother's discretion, and suffered a lot of injustice.

“And he, as a father, didn’t even fart.

"Su Mei," he raised his head, looked at Zhao Sumei, and said word by word, "from today on, no one will give anything from our family to anyone.

No one wants to take away a penny or a grain of food from our family."

Zhao Sumei’s tears suddenly fell down.

She has been waiting for this sentence for who knows how many years.

From the first day she married him, she watched him being used as an ox and a horse by her husband's family, giving good things to others and doing the hard work herself.

She tried to persuade him, quarreled with him, and even got divorced, but he just couldn't change it.

Every time I say, “We are all one family,” “I’ll help if I can,” and “It’s okay to suffer a little loss.”

But today, he actually refused in front of his mother-in-law.

"Guoqiang, you..." Zhao Sumei wiped her tears and wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Lin Guoqiang freed up a hand and held her hand.

Her hands were rough and cracked, and her knuckles were slightly deformed from years of hard work.

These hands are supposed to be delicate and soft, and they feel painful when held in a man's hands.

But following him, how much have these hands suffered?

“Su Mei,” his voice was a little hoarse, “I used to be a bastard.

I always want to help this and that, but I have wronged you and the children. From today on, I will change."

“We live our family’s life by ourselves.”

"No one can take advantage of our family."

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