Wait! Since they were husband and wife, she knew Sang Pingliang the best. Now she finally caught on. "Master, what exactly happened?"
"Hmph! The great deed you've done!" Sang Pingliang snorted coldly. After entering the house, he pulled her into the room, shut the door, and said with a stern face, "It's just two pounds of flour, isn't it? If Yu Fei wants to borrow it, why couldn't you just lend it to him? He is my elder brother's son, my own nephew. Lending a pound or two of flour—what's the big deal that you refused to give it! Are you that stingy! It would be fine if you simply kept it to yourself, but why did you have to insult them! He is my nephew, and yours as well, what kind of elder behaves like this! You ignorant, foolish woman! You've lost all conscience!"
