"By the way, sis, I haven't visited you for a few days. Give me your address, and I'll come see you. After all, I'm your family, and if I come, then that husband of Xunxun wouldn't dare disrespect you."
If it were before, Mrs. Mo would have happily given him the address, thinking how considerate and nice this brother is, as if all her care for him hadn't been in vain.
But now it's different. No matter how she hears it, she finds his words disgusting.
He just thinks she's living with Xunxun in the President's house and wants to cozy up to Mr. President.
Mrs. Mo picked up her chopsticks and stirred the dumpling filling a few times: "No need, Old Mo and I are living well here, you don't need to worry about it. I'll hang up now."
Uncle Xun was so enraged he had a toothache. How dare she refuse him? Over so many years, this was the first time he'd ever heard a "no" from her.
