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Zhao Zhitong's little face wrinkled. This old woman, she thought, is even more detestable and disgusting than my stepmother!
"AHEM." At this point, Zhao Dong couldn't bear it any longer. As a grown man, it truly wasn't right for him to engage in a shouting match with a sharp-tongued woman on this crowded street. But that woman's mouth is simply too foul! he thought, his expression incredibly unsightly. After clearing his throat, he set down the handcart, handed a piece of broken silver to the vendor, and said with a cold face, "Alright, stop arguing! We never intended for our sister-in-law to pay for us. Even if we are destitute, we still have enough money for a hairpin!"
But Zhao Zhitong was a step quicker. She snatched the broken silver from Zhao Dong's hand, fished out her own silver from her small pocket, and said in a sweet, childish voice, "Daddy, use my money. I'm buying it for Mommy."
With that, she placed the silver firmly on the stall counter.
