Mrs. Zhu's eyes darted around, looking as if she wanted to ask if the young man was Chen Wanqing's lover.
Xu Suying could tell at a glance that she was up to no good. Her brows shot up, and she put her hands on her hips and retorted, "Mrs. Zhu, that young man is my son-in-law! My engaged son-in-law, who has already met the family! Honestly, why are you so intent on meddling in other people's business all day long? If you're really bored enough to grow mold, you'd be better off figuring out how to improve your skills, or thinking of some other way to sell those oil-paper umbrellas in your shop."
"You don't even make two sales a month. The silver you earn isn't enough to cover the rent. Your whole family is just living off your old savings. Sooner or later, you'll have nothing to eat."
Embarrassed by the tongue-lashing, Mrs. Zhu muttered as she walked away, "I was just giving you a well-intentioned reminder. Why are you cursing us?"
