There are only two thin blankets here, and the prison is in the suburbs. It’s already mid-October, and the temperature difference is quite significant.
Especially in the latter half of the night, she feels very cold, wrapping the whole blanket around herself isn’t enough.
If there were no bed, just lying on the ground like that, she would freeze to death.
"I’ll sleep inside, you sleep outside, okay?" After being squeezed off the bed for the fifth ti, Fan’s father finally spoke.
Fan’s mother also felt embarrassed, so she didn’t object.
Therefore, the one being squeezed off the bed every day beca Fan’s mother.
Today, because Fan Rou was coming, they didn’t have to go out to work, the prison guard let them wait in the room.
And they thought the other person was finally being considerate of them, or soone outside arranged it for them.
With free ti, they discussed the issue again, one word from each, leading to a quarrel.
When Fan Rou arrived, the two were in the middle of a heated argunt.
"If it weren’t for you, would I have fallen to this point? Would I be living in a place like this?" Fan’s mother roared.
Fan’s father’s old face turned red: "Why didn’t you say anything when you were enjoying wealth and luxury back then?"
Now that you’re down and out, you’re blaming him, isn’t that right?
"Wealth and luxury? Why didn’t you ntion when you were having an affair outside? I worked hard to raise three kids while you were out partying, and I enjoyed it?"
"You raised them? I’m afraid it was the servants raising them, right? Besides giving a couple of mouthfuls of milk at the beginning, what else did you do?"
Fan Rou quite admired Fan’s mother for forcing soone like Fan’s father to lose his composure and argue loudly with her.
A real talent, indeed a talent.
As for Fan Er, he watched them argue with an indifferent look, a look as if he wasn’t seeing his parents but strangers.
At this mont, a strange sll suddenly ca from the room.
Fan Rou frowned, hadn’t reacted when Fan’s mother pointed at Fan Er and said, "Did you poop again? Didn’t you just go in the morning?"
"What are you talking about? Hurry up and clean it up!" Fan’s father said irritably.
"You’re calling ? What right do you have to call ?"
"Didn’t you just say you raised him? You’ve worked hard, haven’t you?"
"So now it’s your turn."
A new round of argunts officially began.
And Fan Er continued with an indifferent look; he was already numb.
At first, he still felt pain, but seeing parents like these, he didn’t feel pain anymore.
Standing outside the door for half an hour, Fan Rou finally coughed to make her presence known, seeing that no one noticed her.
Fan’s mother turned her head, saw Fan Rou outside, and imdiately rushed over: "You shaless person, how dare you co here."
If it weren’t for Fan Rou, their family wouldn’t have ended up like this.
It was all her fault, she was the root of all the trouble.
"I’m not the one who did sothing guilt-inducing, why wouldn’t I dare to co?" Fan Rou stepped back, the prison guard stood at the doorway, holding back Fan’s mother trying to move forward.
"I want to kill you, you piece of trash."
She should have killed her before she was born.
If it wasn’t for her, there wouldn’t be so many problems.
"You’re noble, I know that." Fan Rou agreed with her point.
Fan’s mother didn’t say anything, just reached out her hand hard towards Fan Rou, trying to scratch her face.
"Be quiet, stand properly." The prison guard scolded.
After a period of tornt, Fan’s mother long lost her forr arrogance and has an instinctive fear of the prison guard.
Hearing the scolding, she imdiately quieted down.
Watching her obediently stand and listen to instruction, Fan Rou’s lips curled: "Looks like mother is adapting nicely here."
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