Lady Zhou narrowed her eyes slightly. She had caught on—Lian Manman was telling her that if she wanted Lian Shouxin to send her back to Taicang sooner, she had to behave herself in Thirty Mile Camp: no cursing, no making a scene.
"What, after just a few months, your family—it's you, this little brat calling the shots now?" Lady Zhou glared viciously at Lian Manman.
"Grandma, that's not how you say it. Don't you remember? Last time we went to the county to borrow money, it was me who went. Back then, I wasn't calling the shots either." Lian Manman said with a smile, unafraid of Lady Zhou.
Lady Zhou, right now, was nothing but a paper tiger. She surely understood that if she wanted to return to Taicang, she had to rely on Fourth Household and Lian Shouxin. The heavy-handed tactics she used to control them were no longer effective. Lian Manman made it clear—only by behaving meekly would Fourth Household help her.
Lady Zhou lowered her head and said nothing.
