Qian's face feigned seriousness while she stifled her laughter inside.
"You little rascal, are you secretly laughing at me? Let me tell you, I'm just being lenient with you women, not fussing over trifles with that old lady," Mr. Yu tried to regain some ground.
Qian lowered her head, trying hard not to burst into laughter, and cooperated by speaking.
"Yes, Uncle, you're a man among men, you truly understand the principle of family harmony before governing a country. Someone who achieves great things doesn't sweat the small stuff, unlike those petty women. That's your magnanimity, otherwise with a punch from you, my aunt would surely faint."
This flattering praise was right on the mark.
Mr. Yu's lips formed a small arc, wanting to smile but not too obviously.
"How can I lay hands on a woman? I'm always being lenient with her. That old lady has been unreasonable for decades, always quick to punch—this, this domestic violence is wrong, nobody should hit anyone!"
