As soon as Liang Zhanbai got home, he saw his parents slumped on the sofa, heads hanging low.
When they saw him return, Mr. and Mrs. Liang's eyes immediately filled with grievance.
"Dad, Mom, what's going on?" Liang Zhanbai asked while taking off his jacket and casually hanging it on the shoe rack.
Mr. Liang motioned for him to sit down, then said with a gloomy expression, "It's your wife's fault, of course!"
"Xiao Li? What did she do?" As he asked this, for some reason, a hint of disgust toward his parents rose in Liang Zhanbai's heart.
Ever since they got married, Xiao Li had been doing all the housework. His parents were practically like lords and ladies from the old days, while Xiao Li had become a maid.
Although Liang Zhanbai had received a higher education, he neither enjoyed doing housework nor knew how to cook. Still, he didn't believe women should bear all the domestic responsibilities either—he simply didn't dare to resist his parents.