Manman had a hunch why Mrs. Jiang had come and said, "Xixi is already better, there's nothing wrong."
"There's nothing wrong? Then how come he was said to have caught a cold last night?" Mrs. Jiang seized on the words to start her verbal barrage.
Before Manman could respond, her brother Lu Huan rushed to her defense, "Are you saying my sister didn't take good care of the child? If she hadn't, could the child have recovered so quickly? Which child doesn't get sick? Didn't your own children get sick when you were raising them?"
Mrs. Jiang's face reddened with Lu Huan's words, and she became angrily embarrassed, "Did your parents teach you to talk to your elders like this?"
Lu Huan hated this sort of old-fashioned authority, and he frowned, "How have I disrespected you? Did I curse at you? Everyone here is listening and watching, your own grandsons are, too. Don't you feel ashamed to say such things?"
