Madame Ruan looked at the two round tummies and smiled as she asked, "How many months are you?"
"Seven months. Younger brother's wife is eight months along," one of the girls who had her hair in a ponytail said.
Madame Ruan looked at the girl. She wasn't wearing any make-up and appeared quiet. Her tone was soft when she spoke. "It's okay. Being pregnant isn't easy. Quickly, take a seat."
Hearing Madame Ruan's words, the two girls were just about to return to their seats when they were halted by Old Fifth's angry words. "Did I tell you guys to sit down? That's not the custom! The elders are still here. What right do you have to sit?"
The two girls' bodies shuddered and they stood there, not daring to move.
"The youngsters these days are outrageous. They don't understand how to respect their elders at all!"
