"Even if his company went bankrupt, he should still visit Dean's Mother. That's simply ungrateful!"
The speaker was a pot-bellied man, Mao Fang's husband, Zhang Chao. He leaned on the sofa, watching TV and cracking sunflower seeds, not bothering to help. In his words, he was a leader, and leaders don't do manual labor.
"Zhang Chao, I don't think Yang Qi is like that," a woman said. "He'll definitely come. Back in the day, Dean's Mother really valued him. She always said he would make something of himself, which is why she was a bit strict with him! He should be able to understand that." She then added, "Also, why aren't you two helping?"
Mao Fang retorted sharply, "Help with what? You all know Zhang Chao's status. Others always do the work while he supervises. When has he ever gotten his hands dirty? Besides, his suit cost over a thousand yuan. It would be a shame to get it dirty!"
