An Ying saw Aunt Zhang's stance and hurriedly spoke before her, "Yinyin has to go to school, and I need to go to the hospital for a follow-up. The timing just coincides."
"I see." Grandma Wu suddenly understood. At this moment, she pointed at the man, "Who is this?"
"Oh dear, Aunt Wu, your tofu is so delicate. If you don't take it home soon, it might crumble." Aunt Zhang couldn't help but exclaim after speaking.
Grandma Wu withdrew her gaze, quickly looked at her own bag, and then noticed Aunt Zhang's mocking tone. She felt somewhat displeased, recalling how she had been bringing clothes to An Ying's house lately, where the An mother and daughter always warmly welcomed her. But this Aunt Zhang always wore a long face. Grandma Wu immediately lost any desire to ask further and left sullenly with her things.
Aunt Zhang watched as Grandma Wu entered the stairwell's door and snorted coldly.
An Ying watched it all and said nothing.
