Xu Changqing was discovering that Shen Jiugu, who couldn't speak but had perfectly fine hearing, was developing more and more tricks to get her way. This very evening was a case in point.
At first, no matter what she said, Ninth Aunt would cheerfully respond with hand gestures. But later on, just like her Second Grandpa, her hearing would conveniently fail her at the drop of a hat.
"What's the point of signing? If she pretends not to hear, just start fake-crying. If you can't squeeze out any real tears, you can always secretly dab on some water, right? Then just start wailing at her."
"..." Xu Changqing looked up and shot him a look. "You're full of terrible ideas. When Li Zhisheng came this time, aside from what you already mentioned, was there anything else?"
"Yes."
Xu Changqing waited and waited. She waited until they had climbed the steps and entered the main house's central room, but Shen Weimin still hadn't continued. Confused, she stopped and looked at him.
