"What else could it be?" Aunt Zhao approached Xia Dabao and whispered, "I ask you, what kind of person do you want to marry?"
"Aunt Zhao, why do you ask this?" Xia Dabao asked.
"Oh, you initially rejected our Datu, didn't you think our Datu was not good enough for you? But have you considered what your family has? Isn't it just earning a bit of money by selling lychees? But what power or influence does your family have in the village? If you don't have any, there's nothing to boast about, right?"
"Aunt Zhao, what exactly do you want to say? I need to find my father," said Xia Dabao. "If you don't clarify your point soon, I will leave."
"Don't be in such a hurry. Your father, such a big man, just wants to finish all his work in one go, right? What's there to worry about? I am talking serious matters with you now. If our Datu becomes the village head's son, will you still reject the marriage?" Aunt Zhao became even prouder.
