'Such a show-off! Look at you, so high and mighty, you little nuisance!' Old Mrs. Xu, who had been standing anxiously in the courtyard, craning her neck and standing on her tiptoes, pursed her lips when she heard her son's laughter.
She had half a mind to pack her bags and leave, but she'd calmed down now. 'What's the point of leaving?' Being berated by her own granddaughter was like being cursed by a ghost—it wasn't like she could just go and rip her mouth off.
'That little nuisance, when on earth did she figure it out?' Old Mrs. Xu was completely baffled. She shook her head, went into the outer room to grab a cleaver, and came right back out when she heard footsteps outside.
As Xu Changqing walked in, she turned to nod at her father beside her. When she looked forward again, she saw her grandmother standing motionless in the doorway, a cleaver in hand. The corner of her mouth twitched.
