People who borrowed money were humble at the very moment they first opened their mouths to ask.
But once they had spoken, they became persistent, pouring out a thousand reasons and ten thousand grievances in one breath, clinging and pestering until they achieved their goal of borrowing money.
Only when there was truly no way forward and they absolutely could not borrow the money would they become disheartened and give up in gloom, nursing their resentment.
The entire Han family had come to their door and staked their pride on it. Now that they had openly asked to borrow money, how could they possibly give up easily?
Li Yue had merely thrown out a washbasin, which counted as the beat of an opening gong. The real show was still to come.
"Oh my, it's only been a year or two since we last met, and Xiao Ye has grown so tall—and so handsome too. Big Brother, Big Sister, you're truly blessed."
"Mm, I always said this child would have a bright future. See? I was right! He's already a great writer."
An elderly couple was the first to switch into praise mode, trying to break the awkwardness hanging in the air.
Unfortunately, Li Ye did not cooperate. He simply stared blankly at the washbasin that had fallen into the courtyard.
It was enamel, and a large chunk of white porcelain had chipped off. The gap was glaringly obvious.
That was awkward.
The old couple were naturally Han Chunmei's parents. When praising Li Ye failed, they shot Han Chunmei fierce glares.
Han Chunmei was caught in a difficult position. Turning her face aside without a word, Li Kaijian, unable to bear seeing his wife suffer, said helplessly, "What are you standing there like an idiot for? Don't you know to greet