Wang Pan stared wide-eyed: "Who are you calling 'young lady'?"
"Isn't that how you see yourself?"
Kang Guoan's gaze was still calm and indifferent. He said, "You think you're a bona fide North City person, think you're a cadre's child, think my family comes from peasant roots,
so you go around with your nose in the air, looking at my family with a condescending attitude, never really respecting my parents as elders, and with my brother, sister-in-law, and nephews you barely bother to respond. Tell me, isn't this exactly how a feudal-era young lady acts?"
"I did not! I did not! Don't you accuse me!"
Wang Pan was never going to admit she felt a strong sense of superiority around the Kang Family, thinking they were nothing but ordinary country folks, hardly worth comparing to her and her own family.
"You know whether you do or not."
Kang Guoan didn't want to argue. He said this and lay back down on the bed, still turning his back to Wang Pan.
"Wuu wuu…"
Wang Pan cried softly.
