"I..." My aunt was at a loss for words.
It was as if Grace Wallace had slapped her right across the face.
But since Grace Wallace was waving the banner of traditional culture, my aunt was powerless to argue back.
She looked to Sarah Sullivan with aggrieved eyes.
The subtext: Sally! Come to the rescue!
This Grace Wallace is both fake and sly, and puts on a good act—I can't compete with her!
Grace Wallace also cast a covertly provocative look at Sarah Sullivan, a look only Sarah could feel.
Arguing? I can't match you!
Looks? I can't match you!
But reasoning? You're just a little kid!
Culture? You don't even deserve to polish my shoes!
All that's waiting for you is being crushed to dust by me!
Sarah Sullivan gave her aunt a "stay calm" look.
Don't worry, small potatoes!
Watch me slap her face!
She spoke lightly, "Heh, who says traditional means good? Would you use a Qin Dynasty toilet as a dinner plate?"
Her aunt burst out laughing with a "pfft."
