Family Argument Before Leaving: Put On Your Shoes and Don't Fight

Hurry up! What are you doing? I'm leaving.

I'm going, Mom.

Wait a second. What's wrong? What about later? Look at you now.

I said, what about her?

Are your shoes on?

My shoes are on.

All right. When you're out, if anyone tells you something, don't talk back, Do you hear me?

I'm taking you somewhere nice, and you still don't know not to curse at me.

What gives you the right to curse at her?

Is this shirt yours alone, your personal property?

Then she takes up time. How long has she been taking up your time?

Huh? Then make an appointment, you tell her.

Who's right? You lunatic. Look. Be quiet, you lunatic.

Just a sick person. I'll beat you to death.

Still hitting? Stop. Stop. You. Hurry up, I'm going to hit her!

I'm going to hit her! That's too much, too much, too much. Why not just get it over with? It's all your fault. It's all your fault.

Enough. Enough. Don't hit her. Don't hit her.

Don't hit her. I'll hit you, hit you, hit you, hit you.

You fucking idiot. I'm not hitting you anymore.

You nasty thing. You just had to. You old hag.

You're fighting her at her boss's house here. Do you have a plan?

If I leave, will you keep it down?

Xiaohongshu.