Xiao Rui walked away from the crowd with heavy steps. "Great-Aunt, so my fifth aunt's family really is too poor to put food on the table!"
He and his dozen or so cousins often complained behind the adults' backs that their fifth aunt just liked to freeload off their families.
'This is so wrong.' He had to hurry home and set his cousins straight.
"They're not that poor, are they? Didn't those aunties just say that the Fu family's eldest son is a factory director with a high salary?"
Han Jingyi retorted loudly, trying his best to convince his gloomy friend.
"But that woman from the Fu family was just pointing at my fifth aunt and yelling that they had no money for rice!"
"That woman not only doesn't know how to run a household, but she's also sharp-tongued, critical, and a nitpicker. Compared to your fifth aunt, she's a world apart."
"But..."
Gu Jiaojiao cut Xiao Rui off. "Xiao Rui, don't blame yourself too much. Your fifth aunt's family isn't as poor as you imagine.
