"What's so improper?"
This retort resounded powerfully.
Fan Chunhua gaped, her throat as if clogged with chicken feathers.
She stared at the painting shoved in her face.
The sheep in the painting were helping an old sheep push a cart.
How could one refute this?
Say that respecting the elderly and cherishing the young is wrong?
Then should she, as the "old," still care about her reputation?
Say that unity and mutual assistance are wrong?
Would that mean opposing collectivism?
Fan Chunhua's face turned purple with suppressed anger.
She had been domineering in the courtyard for years, never losing a verbal debate.
Today, she was blocked by a newly arrived young girl.
The surrounding neighbors started whispering.
"Yeah, this painting is quite nice."
"Such a good meaning, look, the wolf was driven away."
"If my kid could learn this, I'd be willing to let him watch."
The tide turned.
Su Qing breathed a sigh of relief, pulling Xiao Hu back to her side.
