Zhang Mei was visibly displeased, her hand resting on her husband's arm, her demeanor that of a city dweller forced to deal with a rural woman. "How can you be so rude?" she complained. "We asked for your help because we respect you. You could at least show some manners."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhang couldn't help but laugh. She had seen shameless people before, but this was a new level. She had long noticed their ill-treatment of Gu Zi.
Even though they were Gu Zi's foster parents, she wouldn't indulge them. She retorted, "Don't think that just because you're dressed nicely, everything you say is polite. I don't owe you anything. Why should I help you just because you ask?
"And you call yourself city people, from the military district no less. I see your true colors now. Every place has its good and bad, even the city and the military district aren't necessarily filled with reasonable people."