Song Dafang wasn't even satisfied and continued to instruct:
"No wonder Qiaoqiao said your watermelons are 20 yuan a pound, and he used that to ask me for a favor... The price must be all in the shipping fees!"
—I can't tolerate that comment.
Brother Xiaozhang was so angry he put his hands on his hips.
"Who said that? Song Tan never includes shipping when selling stuff, what 'expensive because of shipping fees'... It's not your business, what do you know?!"
He had become tanned from running around recently, and now every day he's either carrying watermelons or shouldering green peaches, and his frame had also toughened up. Now, as he stood up angrily, Uncle Song instinctively took a step back, feeling a bit short of breath.
Luckily, Uncle Song wasn't fighting alone. Mao Li showed she really was from the same family when she frowned: