They did not seem to want, or rather, did not dare, to let Jiang Yao hear what they were saying.
Even though Jiang Yao was a warm-hearted person who would not let other people's comments or behaviors affect her life, she would be irritated if she experienced such things too frequently.
Jiang Yao was still enraged when she went home with a bottle of vinegar. With a sigh, she handed the vinegar to Lu Xingzhi, who was cooking. "Take it."
Jiang Yao's tone was not very pleasant since she was unhappy. Lu Xingzhi could tell she was irritable.
"You're not happy because I ordered you to go out and buy a bottle of vinegar?"
Lu Xingzhi took the bottle and was not in a hurry to open it. Instead, he used his oily hand to pinch Jiang Yao's chubby cheeks. "The sun is setting, and it's not hot outside. It's not bad for you to go out for a walk."