Zhao Wencai sighed deeply after saying a cartload of words, yet Lian Shouxin seemed to have hardly spoken a complete sentence.
"Old Fourth Brother, I want you to weigh in on this matter," Zhao Wencai insisted that Lian Shouxin take a stand.
"Brother Zhao," Lady Zhang took over at this point, "There's no need to ask our head of the household. You know we've been living separately from the family for not just a day or two. Each household eats its own food, looks after its own affairs. Whatever issues his second uncle's family has, they can't discuss it with us. Our head of the household, this man here, he's just too honest. His second uncle's family is the elder, ours the younger; there's simply no place for our head of the household to speak."
"Right," Lian Shouxin immediately nodded, adding a bit more water to Zhao Wencai's cup, "Brother Zhao, please have some water."
