"How about this, then? All the corn in the middle can belong to your family. Does that work for you, auntie?"
The young lady from the wealthy family has always had a good attitude which has given Xiaoxiao a very positive impression of her. First, she stated the facts, and finally she made a concession, preventing the situation from escalating.
But why does this voice sound increasingly familiar, like she's heard it somewhere before? No matter how hard she tries, Xiaoxiao just can't recall.
Even with this concession, Auntie Lan Hua is still not satisfied and insists on getting the pile of corn from the other party, "That won't do, our family will suffer a big loss. Those are clearly our corn cobs."
Just at this point, Yang Dong drove a cattle cart over. With sharp eyes, Auntie Lan Hua immediately saw Yang Dong and pulled him over, shouting, "Yang Dong, come and have a look. They crashed our cart and now want to secretly take our corn."
