"Alright, no need for more thank yous. Just be better to that child, Zhaodi, from now on. You should go." Song You'ai started to close the iron gate.
Seeing this, Song Kuang's wife quickly wedged her foot in the doorway, stopping the iron gate with a sycophantic laugh. "Big Sister, the way you say that, you make it sound like we mistreat Zhaodi."
"We're all relatives, and we all escaped from the Song Family Pavilion to this base. We should be supporting and helping each other, right? Aren't you going to invite us in for a bit?"
Song You'ai's lips twitched into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I don't think that's necessary."
She tried to force the gate shut, but Song Kuang's wife's foot was wedged firmly in the way. She refused to pull it back, even as the iron gate squeezed it until she grimaced in pain.
Song You'ai laughed in exasperation. "Ma Guilan, what do you think you're doing? You have too much energy and nowhere to spend it, is that it?"
