"Auntie, I've returned your clothes and given you plenty of face. Don't push your luck."
Seeing Zhang Xiaobei's increasingly ugly expression, Tian Guifen immediately changed her tune. "Xiaobei, what's the use of keeping that thing with you? Some things, the less you know, the better. You're smart, you should understand what your auntie means!"
"Sure, I didn't want to, but there's no helping it when people are always trying to deal with me. If it comes to it, we'll both go down together. But I don't have much to lose; I'm just a mere farmer. I can rely on my hands to feed myself anywhere, but for some people, it's different!" Zhang Xiaobei said, his eyes glancing towards Meng Changhe, who was standing behind him.
Tian Guifen spoke earnestly for a long time, but Zhang Xiaobei showed no sign of caving.
With no other choice, she could only make eyes at Meng Changhe. If he did not step in to resolve the issue, no one probably could.
