Zhao Hongjun feels this way and Ye Qiu understands very well. Who made him the person who destroyed his sister's reputation and made their family suffer criticism?
He walked into the house holding red cloth and a piece of pork. Inside, Yu Chunrong and Zhao Yuhong were already waiting. Yu Chunrong was smoking a pipe, and his face was somewhat unclear through the smoke. Zhao Yuhong sighed and poured him a bowl of tea.
"Uncle Yu, Aunt Zhao." Ye Qiu put the items he was carrying on the table, "These are some things I bought for Xiao Lin."
Zhao Yuhong's face was filled with worries, but she did not lash out at him, only said lightly: "It's the thought that counts."
Yet, Yu Hongjun couldn't hold back and spoke up: "How is it that marrying Cai Juhua cost you one hundred yuan, but for my sister, you only give this piece of tattered cloth and a piece of pork? Who are you looking down on? Ye Qiu, remember, you wronged my sister."
