'She originally wanted to save up more before moving it all out at once? That must be it. She must be preoccupied with preparing a birthday gift for her dad right now.'
Last night, when she'd planned to move the eggs, she hadn't managed to take these out too. Just as Xu Changqing was lamenting her own 'poverty,' she decisively pretended not to have heard her grandma's question.
'Anyway, Dad will explain. He can come up with whatever reason he wants. What if he's honest? Let him be honest, then. It's nothing to be ashamed of, not with Shen San's thick skin these days.'
'It's bound to happen sooner or later.'
"Qi Guang, come out here for a second."
Seeing her granddaughter grab a shovel and duck behind a stack of wicker baskets, Old Mrs. Xu felt it was absolutely necessary to have her son come see for himself.
'Look at that. What's that saying? The dogs that bark don't bite, and the ones that bite don't bark? Pah, pah, pah.' Old Mrs. Xu couldn't help but laugh at the thought.
