"What's that sound? Old Lin, isn't that... the car driven by Lizhen's husband? What are they doing at our house again?"
Lin's Mother furrowed her brows; at times like these, she least wanted to see Lizhen. And, as she guessed, Lizhen making the effort to come over probably meant no good – it would be nothing more than showing off or mocking her.
"Who cares what they're here for? In any case, Gui Zhu, our family doesn't welcome them." Father Lin also loathed Lizhen's family and especially didn't want to see them at times like this.
"Exactly! We certainly don't welcome that shrew. I'll go close the yard gate so that rotten gossip can't come in squawking again."
As she spoke, Lin's Mother walked up to the large entrance gate of the yard, and just as Lizhen and her party got out of the car, she slammed the gate shut with a clang.
"Hey, hey, hey... Zhang Guizhu, what do you mean by shutting the door when I come over?"
