It seems I won't be able to dodge this issue today. I was about to speak, when Mrs. Zheng beside me suddenly reached out her hand.
She set her cup on the marble table, neither too gently nor too roughly, making a sound in kind, "Young people these days have such good memories, even if there's a little conflict, I reckon they don't take it to heart."
Mrs. Zheng's voice was as amiable as ever, yet her words carried an undeniable force, "I truly envy Mrs. Wu for her youthful mindset, always playing the mediator. I just can't do it. I'm too busy with daily tasks, whereas you and your husband have all the leisure time."
With these words, it was as if she had slapped Mrs. Wu across the face, falling just short of pointing at Mrs. Wu's nose and calling her a nosy parker.
I watched Mrs. Wu's hand under the table clench tighter and tighter, and my heart also hung high with tension.
