Widow Xie slammed the table. "What's it to you if they don't have money?!"
"If they don't have money, they'll resort to any means to get it. And me? A granddaughter who's obviously doing better than them and has no one to rely on? Wouldn't I be the perfect fat lamb for the slaughter?"
Ji Huan's expression was as if she were talking about someone else's problems.
But Widow Xie's feelings were a complicated mess.
She'd been praying day and night for Ji the Fourth to fail his exam!
'If I change my prayers now, I wonder if the Bodhisattva will still hear me...'
"Then maybe you shouldn't open your workshop just yet... To be honest, from the look of him, Ji the Fourth doesn't seem like the type to be blessed with fortune."
Widow Xie's comment struck Ji Huan as hilarious, and she doubled over with laughter.
"Be serious!" Widow Xie slapped her lightly on the arm.
