The speaker was a tall, fairly pretty young woman.
Zhu Yankai and his wife looked embarrassed, "Jia Jia, what are you talking about?"
"This is your Uncle Chen, Aunt Sun. You can't be impolite."
The tall young woman was Zhu Yankai's daughter, Zhu Jiajia, who sized up Chen Mingyuan and Sun Honglan thoroughly and shook her head," Tsk, tsk, tsk, calling you country bumpkins isn't wrong at all."
"Look at the clothes you're wearing, they're as old-fashioned as they get, totally last-era."
"Hmph, like I would apologize to people like you."
Chen Mingyuan and Sun Honglan's faces turned very ugly on the spot, but because of Zhu Yankai's face and their own need to ask for a favor, they couldn't say much and could only force a smile.
Zhu Yankai's face couldn't bear it, and he glared at Zhu Jiajia, "If you spout nonsense again, I'll cut off your allowance for a month."
Zhu Jiajia pouted, "Fine, fine!!!"
"I won't say anymore, OK?"