Having said that, Du Xiaojuan was already crying so much that she had become a person made of tears, her grievances pouring forth.
While sobbing, she asked resentfully, "In your eyes, am I just someone who does odd jobs? Do I not even have the right to speak in front of you?"
"What are you talking about? I come from a farming background myself; no one is looking down on anyone," Wang Daniu said, completely baffled. "I don't understand, what's gotten into you?"
Du Xiaojuan raised her chin, her lips puckered enough to hang twenty-four bedpans on.
"Just now, it was clearly Jiang Dawei who was rude and vulgar towards you. I just wanted to help you regain your dignity, but instead, you sent me away."
Wang Daniu was also left speechless upon hearing this, not expecting Du Xiaojuan to take issue with this. Nevertheless, there was still a sour note in her words.
Especially that soul-searching question from earlier: In your eyes, am I just someone who does odd jobs?
