The clan head's face turned red, pointing his finger at Zhao Chuchu while breathing rapidly.
"Calm down. You'll be the only one who suffers getting all exasperated." Zhao Chuchu shot him a look.
"Zhao Chuchu. Y-you..."
"Be reasonable, Third Granduncle."
The clan head's chest heaved up and down as he glared at Zhao Chuchu.
Niu Tongsheng feared that Zhao Chuchu might aggravate the clan head's anger beyond his limit.
"Chuchu, how's Guitang doing?" Trying to lighten the atmosphere, he remarked, "Your Third Granduncle has got a short fuse because of his worry for Guitang. We belong to the same village. Try to keep it down, okay?"
Zhao Chuchu raised a corner of her lips. "Well, that depends if the Zhaos would keep their mouths shut or not."
The clan head gritted his teeth, looking as if he would tear Zhao Chuchu into pieces.
"Chuchu, how's my father doing now?" Zhao Meilan questioned impatiently.
