In Zhou Shanping's impression, although Qin Mei had a disagreeable temperament, she was a dignified and traditional woman. However, he believed more firmly that his nephew was absolutely not the type to slander someone just because he did not like them.
The Qin Mei he knew and the Qin Mei described by his nephew had suddenly become two extremes. Zhou Shanping stood there, his expression dazed, his face twisted in indecision.
Just then, three sales clerks, each carrying two large bags, walked past, and Zhou Mikang nudged Zhou Shanping slightly, "Uncle, I have to go to the group this afternoon and must leave first." He said this as he opened the trunk, gesturing for the people to put the bags inside.
"Drive slowly and be safe," Zhou Shanping admonished.
"I know, don't worry, Uncle," Zhou Mikang waved at him, turned, started the car, and Chuxia's head poked out from the window, "Goodbye, Uncle."
