520 no need for light greenish-blue and pink colors

"It's all your dad's fault. If he hadn't gone out and blabbed about it everywhere, Secretary Zhang wouldn't have known you were back,"

her mother complained as she cleaned up the table.

Martial Saint, the lad, was also helping on the side, chiming in, "They're just a bunch of vampires, always coming to ask for money. Damn, they treat our famil as if it's a bank!"

His mother didn't mind her son's coarse language because Martial Saint had spoken what was in her heart. She couldn't help but turn to her daughter and say, "Lan Lan, think about how much you've already done for the village? How can they still not be satisfied? It's clearly government business, yet they expect us, the common folk, to bear the burden."

"It's because sister agreed too readily before. They've gotten a taste of sweetness,"

Martial Saint muttered, "If it were me, I'd just shut the door and let the dogs out."

"It wasn't me who agreed this time."

Lan Peizhi reminded them.