It was Third Aunt Zhou Ping's voice. She returned home at that moment, carrying various parcels as usual.
Gu Qingyao's smile immediately faded. Gu Qingyao knew very well that she could not give a woman like Zhou Ping an inch, or she would take a foot.
Gu Qingyao said indifferently, "Third Aunt, entrepreneurs also depend on their own abilities to support themselves. They depend on their hard work to eat. The working class is the most honorable.
"Some people have their own land, and they farm to support themselves. Those without much land have started their own small businesses. Everyone has to earn a living. Surely, they can't be wastrels just living off their family's savings?"
Zhou Ping's expression changed. "Yao Yao, I only meant that your older cousin should find a respectable job. Why are you calling him a wastrel?"