On the day the Old Zhou family hosted their guests, Wufu did not follow Madam Zhou to the feast, growing impatient with that family's facade, especially when one of them had risen high; wouldn't the whole lot of them become arrogant like fowls and dogs?
Since Wufu was not going, Hongyu followed Madam Zhou instead, bringing along some stationery as a gift.
Zhou Xiuer frowned upon not seeing Wufu and asked Hongyu, "Why hasn't my cousin come?"
"My young lady is busy with important matters," Hongyu replied indifferently.
Zhou Xiuer snorted, "What important matters could be more urgent than my father becoming a scholar? Truly ungrateful."
How could she show off if she didn't come?
The corner of Hongyu's mouth curled coldly, wanting to mimic her young lady and say, "You really do have a big face, don't you? What you deem important is nothing but disdain in our young lady's eyes."