Unfazed by Old Man Shen's ferocity, Lei Zijia didn't try to avoid it and stood up resolutely, "Uncle, don't get angry just yet, is there some kind of misunderstanding? Let me explain clearly before you chop me—it won't be too late!"
"Misunderstanding? Misunderstanding my ass! My girl has been charmed by you, sneaking things out of the house every day. Look, this, this is even our family's liquor. That's it, you little wretch, I'm going to teach you a lesson." Old Man Shen immediately recognized the wine bottle on the table that hadn't been put away in time, becoming even more infuriated as he turned toward Shen Xiaoman.
"Dad..." Only then did Shen Xiaoman realize that her stingy old father was upset about the few vegetables, not something else, and she felt so embarrassed she wished she could crawl into a hole.
"Uncle, don't blame Xiaoman, it's all my fault. It's not really stealing, I was preordering from her. I'll get the cash for the vegetables to you."
