Money Master Zhang's wife was scowling as she said, "Who has come begging at her house?"
"You took a piece of cloth from Qingyue's family, and all the guys saw it."
"She gave it to me herself..." Money Master Zhang's wife shamelessly talked nonsense.
"Give me a break," Aunt Zhang glared at her. "You're hardly any better than Liu Haitang, plotting to ride the Xiao family's carriage for free and trying to swindle them. It's just like you!"
"I'm not talking to you!" Money Master Zhang's wife huffed through her nostrils.
Aunt Zhang couldn't be bothered with her either.
The villagers kept chatting about the Xiao family's affairs. The Xiao family had become Wushan Village's largest local landlord, and everything about the Xiao family was a topic of great interest to everyone.