As soon as Wu Shufen heard her mention a nephew from her family, her temper flared. With a loud THWACK, she threw the broom on the ground and stared at the woman. "I said it's none of your business! Do you not understand plain language?"
'A bachelor in his forties who not only has sticky fingers but also got one of his legs crippled in a fight. Her Lin Lan would rather be a widow her entire life than marry someone like that.'
"Well, well!" Aunt Lin rolled her eyes at Wu Shufen. "What's with that look? My nephew might be a little older, but he's still an unmarried man. Is he not good enough for your Little Lan, or what? A widow thinks she can still pick a prize flower!"
Wu Shufen shot her a sidelong glare and smiled coldly. "Even as a widow, my Little Lan is going to be picky. And yes, she is going to pick a prize flower. Got a problem with that?"
