"You won't have any use for it if it stays here. Or are you saying you want to abandon me and the kids to go have fun with Dad?" Aunt Zhang's gaze grew increasingly intense...
"No, no, no! That's not what I meant, I just... I was wrong! How could I ever abandon you and the children! It was my fault for running my mouth! Please forgive me, dear! Whatever you say, goes!"
Putting down the cleaver, Aunt Zhang looked at her husband, satisfied. "Alright then. Just burn it tonight. And tell Little Ying to take her time with the rest; there's no rush. This money will last the old man for a while."
Uncle Zhang sighed. "Honey, have you never been suspicious?"
"Suspicious of what?"
"About Dad's situation. Don't you think it's a little outrageous?"
