"You came all this way to borrow oil?" An Ping looked at her with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Bai Yanjiao, are you serious? Running such a long distance across three streets to borrow oil!"
"Yeah, what's the problem with that?" Bai Yanjiao retorted aggressively, "You can bring home groceries every day, but I can't come over to borrow some oil?"
"No borrowing!" Without hesitation, An Hao spat out two dry words from her lips and flatly refused Bai Yanjiao.
"Why won't you lend me any? An Hao, are you so used to hogging everything? Which of the rice, flour, and cooking oil at home didn't I buy? Why does An Ping get to take as much as he wants? You eat and drink at my expense, and you won't even lend me a bowl of oil?" Bai Yanjiao glared at An Hao in anger.
She had come today just to get angry. If An Hao could play the poor victim in front of the neighbors, couldn't she do the same?
