Hearing this, Mrs. Han's expression froze for a moment, and Xiao Jinzi's expression wasn't too good either. My dad quickly tried to smooth things over, "Oh Mrs. Han, let the kids figure things out by themselves. We can't always be worrying, as the older generation."
Mrs. Han's face changed colors multiple times but, in the end, she didn't make things difficult for me—a mere fierce glare at Xiao Jinzi had to suffice.
Xiao Jinzi sat there without uttering a word, the spitting image of a resentful wife who had been wronged.
Though Xiao Jinzi and I grew up together, she was fundamentally more feudal in nature, not to mention her mother always kind of favored sons over daughters. I dared not get too close to such a family; one misstep could easily invite trouble.
After chatting a bit more and seeing that I had no interest in directing the conversation towards Xiao Jinzi, Mrs. Han, not wanting to make a fool of herself, found an excuse to leave with Xiao Jinzi.
