"How have they not been filial? They kept watch in the mourning hall for three days and three nights—which of the four of them failed to do that? What gives you the right to call them unfilial!" Ge Er Ya snapped, glaring at Grandma Li with resentment.
Li Xiu gently placed a hand on Grandma Li's arm, which was trembling with anger. He looked at his mother's savage expression, sighed softly, and said in a slow, deliberate tone, "For a few hundred yuan, you've really gone to great lengths, Mother. Even confronting Grandma. You talk about not being filial while he was alive? If the money I give every Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year doesn't count as filial piety, then we'll just stop the payments from now on. How does that sound, Mother?"
"You..." Ge Er Ya glared at Li Xiu, cursing internally. 'Vicious wolf cub!'
