Feng Qingxue listened to Du Juan's words, glanced at Wa Zhanling who had initially been startled but quickly leaned on her mother for support, fearless of anything, and smiled faintly. Under the smug gaze of Zhanling's daughter, she slowly rejected Du Juan, "Sorry, although we are a rural family, we certainly don't lack that bit of money!"
"Do you know who my grandfather is? If we're asking you to transfer a piece of fabric, it's showing you respect!" The young girl leapt up in anger, her tone exactly the same as Wa Zhanling's.
Du Juan's face turned unpleasant after being rejected by Feng Qingxue, but she did not stop her granddaughter.
Seeing Du Juan spoiling her granddaughter like this, Feng Qingxue became even less inclined to let her sister get involved with Wa Zhanpeng. With a sarcastic smile, she retorted bluntly, "You don't even know who your own grandfather is, yet you're asking me, an outsider? But I can tell you, I really don't care about your so-called respect!"
