"Guihua." Zhang Chunxiang waved at Chen Guihua, her expression a cold mask.
They usually did not get along and often quarreled in front of their mother-in-law. Chen Guihua's original plan involved ignoring Zhang Chunxiang, but curiosity won out, and she decided to see what the latter wanted. With a quick brush of her hand, she rid herself of the dust clinging to her pants and returned the greeting.
"What is it?"
"Su Wen and He Yulan are business partners. Have you heard? They're selling steamed cakes." Zhang Chunxiang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, her lips a fine line that accentuated her mean look.
