Song Jianjun took Song Zhiye back home in despair. As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Laidi sat on a chair and stared at the empty basket for a moment, then yelled, "Where are the grains? Didn't the dead girl give them to you?"

Song Jianjun shouted back impatiently, "What do you call it? If you have the ability, go get it!"

"If I could take it back, would I not take it back? You are a pig-headed person. Don't think that others are the same as you."

Zhao Laidi was ...