"Elder, Second, go get some New Year's goods for your Second Aunt." Zhang Xiaoying instructed her two sons.
"What?" Xu Qinglin thought he had heard wrong.
Xu Changsheng was emotionally charged, "Mother, why do we still have to give them New Year's goods? If there's one, there'll be a second."
"If I tell you to go, then go. Stop with the nonsense. They are our elders after all, get moving." Zhang Xiaoying glared at them.
Liang hurriedly tugged at Xu Qinglin and whispered, "Hurry up and go."
Xu Qinglin reluctantly followed Xu Changsheng back into the house.
The people of the Zhang Family looked embarrassed and very tense.
"Wait here for a moment," Zhang Xiaoying said to Qian, and she stepped inside.
"Mother, why are you giving them things? They're insatiable and will definitely keep coming back for more." Xu Changsheng complained, "Besides, they've never bothered with us over the years. Now, they suddenly remember your surname is also Zhang."