"Who gave you permission to snatch my hairpin?! Do you have no home training?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Madam You could not stand idly by any longer. The middle-aged woman's face darkened and she said in displeasure:
"What kind of behavior is this loud arguing? Was it Paner? It is indeed wrong for Luer to pull on your hairpin, but he is an elder relative to you. By rank, you should be calling him 'Uncle'. How can you speak to your uncle in such a way?
Losing your temper at an elder, in our clan, would result in a beating."
The chubby young man, seeing his mother's support, was initially very confident.
However, when he inexplicably met Zhao Pan's almost murderous gaze, he couldn't help but cower a bit and back away.
"This... this..."
You Jinhua, caught in a dilemma, was just about to smooth things over when she saw her daughter turn her head and drop the line:
"I'm going to fix my hair!"
Then she walked straight out of the hall.
"Paner..."