The air grew quiet.
Zhou Xiaomei cast an apologetic glance at Shen Qingqing.
She knew her sister-in-law had a sharp tongue—no one in the courtyard dared provoke her.
But she hadn't expected her emotional intelligence to be this low.
Making foolish mistakes again and again, and still wanting to outshine Shen Qingqing—was that even possible?
Suddenly pinched by someone, Lin Fengmian grouchily asked, "Sis-in-law, why did you pinch me?"
Lin Zhidong, unwilling to smooth things over, reprimanded sternly, "The matter isn't even clear yet, and you're speculating wildly. How is this any different from spreading rumors?"
Zhou Xiaomei chimed in, "Mister Shen has a job and is very busy. Do you think she's like you, just staying home doing laundry and cooking? Do you have any idea how hard it is to travel all the way out here from Beijing?"
This remark hurt Lin Fengmian's feelings.