Su Nanzhi appeared somewhat aloof under the affectionate demeanor of the other party. She slowly rose from her seat, and the sapphire blue gradient chiffon dress gently draped with her movements, while her black straight long hair highlighted her skin's fair and rosy complexion exposed to the air.
However, her expression remained quite indifferent throughout, and finally, she spoke: "Uncle, Aunt, is there something you need?"
In such a setting, clearly, it was not suitable to shout. Mrs. Su had a polite yet not distant smile on her face, "You child, having a spat with the family, and you haven't come home for so long. Why are you so stubborn?"
Su Nanzhi didn't like such performative people, full of falseness, and despicable enough behind people's backs to be contemptible.
"Aunt," Su Nanzhi's voice fell neither lightly nor heavily, "Isn't it inappropriate to find me at such an occasion to question my actions?"
