Zheng Qianqian had barely finished speaking when she saw her aunt click her tongue in dissatisfaction again, "Why even ask if it's convenient? Just get someone over here! A thousand, two thousand, just say how much you need, that's all chump change, your auntie is not stingy!"
Ugh!
Zheng Qianqian was about ready to curse. Having such relatives was really something—were they unaware that their ancestors perhaps hadn't burnt incense properly? Talking about a thousand or two thousand as if it was pocket change—why don't you fork out the money yourselves? Zhai Min, who hadn't budged from the sofa, had snatched who knows how much pocket money from her over the years! Every time her family visited, they had never brought even a single sunflower seed and always left with bags of stuff from the house.