Just as Shen Qiang silently closed the main door with a smile, in the lower part of the street, at Aunt Xiu Lian's house, the Village Accountant had just sat back down at the drinking table, looking displeased as he said, "What does Shen's honest wife mean? Acting all high and mighty just because she has money? Look at her arrogance, 'not today,' she says, 'it's time for the kids to rest; you all should leave.' It's not even seven yet!"
Aunt Xiu Lian rolled her eyes and snorted, "Isn't it obvious? Now that she's loaded, owning billions, can't even fit luxury cars in the yard, living in a big new house, do you think she still remembers us?"
Hearing this, the Head of the Village Security Team sighed and said, "Xiu Lian, we're all family here. I'm a straightforward person, and I'll just speak my mind. Shen Qiang returned, and what did you do? You acted all out of sorts and went to their house to gossip, even tried to give Shen Qiang a hard time indirectly."
