"Why on earth did you have to provoke her?"
Xiao Yeyang shook his head at Yan Wenxiu, who was left speechless by the scolding.
"Exactly, brother!"
Yan Wenkai stepped forward, patted his older brother's shoulder, and spoke earnestly, "Don't you know our sister by now? She's clever, quick-witted, and articulate. It would be another thing if she wasn't in the right, but this time, she clearly was. Could you really out-talk her?"
"Now you've gotten an earful, haven't you?"
Deserved!
Just as Yan Wenxiu opened his mouth to speak, Xiao Yeyang looked over and said, "Daohua is different from other girls. Why do you always try to bind her with the standards of others? Can't you just let her be happy and live freely?"
He didn't see confronting the merchant's son as a big deal at all.
Moreover, Daohua had been quite polite; she didn't name names or directly embarrass anyone, just meandered through a few words of criticism—what was the harm in that?