"I don't need your approval." The two women were dead set against acknowledging Xiao Han, and Second Aunt mocked harshly, "Look at those clothes, I've seen them at the market, thirty yuan each. Those shoes, my husband wears them too, fifty yuan a pair."
Indeed, Xiao Han was dressed in cheap attire. Just as the sharp-tongued old woman said, his clothes were indeed thirty yuan each, and his shoes were fifty yuan a pair of sneakers. However, wearing them, Xiao Han didn't seem out of place at all.
"Yes!" Xiao Han nodded, saying, "All my clothes combined cost just over a hundred yuan. But what does that prove?"
"You still have the gall to say what that proves!" Second Aunt disdainfully said, "Do you want me to tell you?"
"Go ahead," Xiao Han said with a smile.
"It proves you're poor!" Second Aunt's sharp and sarcastic demeanor showed Xiao Han what the most venomous heart of a woman could look like.