"It's fine. It's just a small sprain, and it's almost healed." Lily ate her meal, mulling over how to broach the subject on her mind. A moment later, she spoke up. "Uncle, how's the magazine's income these days?"
Auntie's alarm bells immediately went off. "How's the income? It's none of your business! You're a drag who still wants to consume our family's money?!"
Lily was speechless. Her aunt always took the conversation in the direction of a fight.
"Don't listen to your aunt. Are you short of money recently?" Uncle asked.