"Our family and Ji Ying's family bought it together."
Xiong Xihua came storming out, worried she'd be too late and Ji Ying would be bullied by Zhao Juxiang.
Xiong Xihua knew Ji Ying's temperament: always kind, gentle to everyone, never saying a harsh word—that sort that looked like easy prey.
"What, did we borrow money from you to buy land, or is it any of your business?" Xiong Xihua's temper was like fireworks, snapping and crackling as she fired at Zhao Juxiang. "It's nearly mealtime and you're still hanging around—are you planning to freeload for dinner, too?"
"But your son works at the supply cooperative in town; I bet he brings home plenty of money every month. Qingjiang's teaching, too. You obviously wouldn't stoop to freeloading a meal."
Xiong Xihua's words cut off whatever hopes Zhao Juxiang had of eating here.
