"Okay, okay, stop crying for now!" the old lady consoled her grandson while raising her head to scold Zhaozhao, "You lass, you're so much older than him, can't you just give in a bit? It's just a few firecrackers, how much could they be worth? We're all neighbors, what's wrong with letting my dear grandson play with them? People always say city folks are stingy, and they are absolutely right!"
Zhaozhao was furious.
She had thought it was just a rambunctious kid being unreasonable, but the parents turned out to be even more infuriating.
Being unreasonable themselves, they still tried to morally blackmail her.
Zhaozhao: "Ah, exactly, I am stingy, I am cheap, I won't give it to him." Ha, as long as she lacks morals, no one can blackmail her.
"You..." The little old lady was taken aback with anger, reaching out to pull her grandson on the ground, "Dear grandson, we don't need hers, grandma will buy you some."
