"Where's my uncle?" Xie Ning asked Song Guang's wife.
"He's in his room sulking. Locked himself in and won't say a word."
"And what did Third Granduncle have to say?"
"What could he say, that damn old fool?" The third grandaunt cursed through gritted teeth. "He just sits in the living room, sighing. What else can he do? He was always saying not to think the worst of people. Now we've let the wolves into our house, and it'll be hard to ask them to leave."
"This won't do. I'll go help you fight them off." Song You'ai's anger flared. "The Old Song Family won't take this lying down."
"Don't go." The third grandaunt grabbed Song You'ai. "There are a lot of them, and they're powerful. They even have knives. Even Li Dawei is on their side now, chiming in that we shouldn't hide things for ourselves. Something about how we're all living under the same roof, so we should share our fortunes."
