Sun Junyan was stunned. "What?"
Qiao Qinghe put on a stern face, threw his chopsticks onto the table with a "clang," and scolded, "Keep your nose out of Changsun's business."
"He's the one who's done it and I can't even say anything?" Anger flared in Madam Sun's heart. The memory of Qiao Qinghe's words about division of the house fanned the flames. She too threw her chopsticks on the table and spoke with an aggressive tone, "Xiaowu, you be the judge. Who's in the right here?"
As his parents started to argue, Sun Junyan quickly said, "Mother, calm down, take it slow."
"I can't calm down!" Madam Sun slammed on the table and began to tell all that had happened.
From the day Zhuang Lühe ran off, she and Zhu Cuiying clearly went to occupy the house. But in her narrative, they were trying to help alleviate Qiao Changshun's family problems.
