Aunt Zhang spoke excitedly, her voice getting louder and louder, "Her second aunt, let me tell you, Beibei's man, he's as handsome as someone from a painting. In my entire life, I've never seen anyone as good-looking as that man. He brought a lot of people, and you can tell he's different from ordinary folks like us. You can't call Beibei a dead girl anymore. If her husband hears it, you're definitely going to be in trouble!"
Ye Xingbei's second aunt listened, flabbergasted, "Aunt Zhang, is it true? Beibei struck it rich? She married a wealthy man and made a fortune?"
"Exactly!" Aunt Zhang said cheerfully, "Do you see the stuff in my yard? Beibei and her husband gave it to us. They didn't just give it to my family; they gave it to a lot of people in our village! Alright, I won't talk to you anymore; I need to tidy up quickly!"
