Zhang An finds out.

"I think everyone should calm down and take a deep breath." Grandma Zhang urged. 

Voices were being raised, tempers were flaring and it would not be hard to go from there to ugly exchange of words which would hurt each other's feelings. 

Zhang An was fired up however and no amount of soft talking was going to relax her nerves which were on fire. In the moments heated anger, she grabbed the green glass vase which was holding fresh flowers that had been placed there at five in the morning and she threw it against the wall. 

Broken glass, flowers and water laid on the ground. No human in the room was surprised by Zhang An's actions. It was nothing new to all of them. As for Zhang Xian, he had lived through enough of Nana's tantrums that this did not phase him too. 

"You have all lost your darn minds." Zhang An said in a disbelieving voice. 

She looked around at them and scoffed.