"Cough, cough, Auntie, I'm really not considering these things right now," Fang Zhiyuan was startled by her overly blunt words.
Grandma Diao still stubbornly wanted to continue persuading, "Ah, young Fang, you—"
"Old Diao, can't you understand what people are saying, or are you hard of hearing? He just said he's not considering these matters, and you keep pestering him! Besides, do you think we members of the Old Jiang family can't count?" Zhang Guihua put down the dough she was handling and glared at Grandma Diao as she spoke.
Grandma Diao wasn't weak in her retaliation, "A dog trying to catch mice! I'm talking to Comrade Fang, what does it have to do with you, Zhang Guihua?!"
"Zhiyuan is our relative, and here you are in my house, tricking my relative. It's already good enough that I didn't grab a broom and chase you out!" Zhang Guihua with hands on her hips, her voice thunderously loud.
