Luo Qiao said, "I'm just here to take care of some business, so I stopped by to see Uncle Yao and Auntie Yao. There's no need for harsh words."
Yao Lili blocked the doorway, refusing to let her in, and said mockingly, "If you think my words are unpleasant, you shouldn't have come. You don't know how much of our family's food you've eaten at the farm, and now you're afraid of hearing unpleasant words."
Luo Qiao really couldn't stand such people, but the original host indeed received a lot of help from Mr. and Mrs. Yao, and she had to accept this debt of gratitude.
Luo Qiao set down her carrying basket, "Then I won't come in. Just find a basket and transfer the things out; I will leave right away."
Yao Lili snorted disdainfully, "We don't care for it; you think these things can make up for all the food you've eaten from our family over the years? Stop dreaming."
Now Luo Qiao was truly angry; owing the Yao family did not mean she had to put up with Yao Lili's attitude.