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"Captain Zhang, does the Zhang Family really let a woman call the shots?" Lin Aiguo was quite irritated by Lin Zhaodi's meddlesome interference; in a contest of glibness, how could an old man like him compete with an old woman? Thus, he directly fixed his gaze on the obvious head of the Zhang family.
Zhang Zhiming glanced at the hall sister-in-law who still wanted to rush forward to assert her presence, and took a precious last puff of his cigarette, realizing that the other party was only here to intimidate and not to start a physical altercation. Feeling relieved, he then slowly said:
"Mr. Lin, if you are here to discuss wedding gifts with Comrade Zhang Zhiguo, you should do so in harmony, not with weapons in hand, ready to create a disturbance."
Speaking of which, he glanced at the hoe in his hand, the threat in his eyes was self-evident.
