"Youyou, you really are muddled, those were all left for you by your mother, and here you are squandering them. Are you living up to your mother's memory?"
Seeing that Meng Qiuju was also getting involved, with everyone chiming in one after another, Gu Youyou felt like she might as well find a crack to hide in to save face.
Gu Youyou was at a loss for words and said, "Grandma, what are you talking about? I certainly haven't given them away to strangers."
"You... you still dare to talk back." Huang Xiangwen stomped her foot in anger and scolded, "Look how upset you've made your grandma. Are you living up to her memory? Up to the memory of your... your deceased mother, huh? Didn't you hear what your third aunt just said? That was what your mother left for you, but look at you—too stingy to give to your own family and yet you've given them to outsiders."
Gu Youyou looked at her coldly and said indifferently, "Second aunt, which of your eyes saw me give everything away to outsiders?"