"Miss Su, I'm just saying, you're getting on in years, and you don't have a child to your name. Eventually, you'll need someone to take care of you in your old age... At least Young Master Yan Yang calls you 'Aunt,' isn't that a lot closer than others? Moreover, you know him well..."
Sister Zhu kept chattering on while wiping the table, "A woman's life, if she doesn't have a child, it's as if she's lived for nothing... Young Master Yan Yang sent word through someone that he still thinks of you as an elder."
Su Li frowned impatiently, suddenly throwing the book in her hand aside.
"Sister Zhu, you're eating my family's meals, but your armpit is leaning outwards."
"Sent word, through whom? Old Lady Lu?"
"What kind of sweet talk did Old Lady Lu feed you to make you speak for them like this? Don't forget your current status."
Sister Zhu backed away several steps in fear, her expression horrified.
