Indeed, Mrs. Zhang put on a cold face to her friendliness, not accepting Mrs. Yao's hand, and only said, "If you have something to say, Yuanming isn't here, so you don't need to talk to me."
"Sister-in-law," Mrs. Yao spoke with difficulty in an awkward situation, "I just wanted to ask you first, did your family go to the hospital for a check-up a few days ago?"
"What check-up? Yuanming didn't mention it to me." Mrs. Zhang's cold face showed no sign of whether she was lying about this matter.
How could Mrs. Yao's keen eyes not see that she wasn't lying, so she said, "I know, you went."
"I say, cousin, whether my husband went or not, what's it got to do with you? Are we relatives?"
"Of course—"
"Relatives?" Mrs. Zhang asked her son Miaomiao, "Miaomiao, do you think she's a relative of ours?"
Miaomiao didn't know, but he knew one thing: "I've never seen her before."
Yao Shuhan came up, unable to watch any longer, grabbed Mrs. Yao's hand, and pulled her away.
