"Weren't you the one who started being petty?" The person snorted coldly.
"When was I ever petty?" The woman snorted back, "I was just sighing with emotion, how does that make me petty?"
"I can't be bothered to talk to you." The person waved a hand dismissively and walked away with disdain.
The others, seeing this, also hurriedly left.
The woman spat, "Humph, just because the man at home is lazy and incompetent, and nobody wants him!"
Shen Qinglan, who had just gotten off the carriage, turned her head to look at the woman.
The woman was stunned for a moment and then gave her an awkward smile.
Shen Qinglan nodded slightly at her and then led a few young girls inside.
"Third Sister!"
Nine-year-old Shen Qingping eagerly dropped the pen in his hand and ran over joyfully.
