Old Lady Zhou's room was entirely fixated on looking out for her younger son, Zhou Xueli, whereas the room of the eldest son, Zhou Xuennian, was similarly self-serving.
Madam Lu was still 'crying', lamenting Old Lady Zhou's partiality and unfairness, how she and her daughter suffered bullying and grievance, mere invisibles next to her precious youngest son—and that included her, Zhou Xuennian.
Zhou Xuennian had just been rebutted by his old mother, and his mood was already sour. Now, irritated by his wife's grumbling, he felt even more indignant.
"Stop crying already. Your crying has filled the room with bad luck. Aren't you being troublesome?" Zhou Xuennian barked.
Madam Lu's crying halted; she glanced at her husband with the corner of her eye, catching his dark expression and drooping eyes. Knowing him well after all these years, she realized he was truly enraged.
