Grandmother’s face darkened immediately. "Xinyan, what kind of talk is that? Xier gifted your grandfather a painting of birds he likes; how can you say she didn’t put any thought into it?"
"But it’s true. Even if she couldn't give a painting with a beautiful implication like my sister’s, she could at least have chosen something pretty. What is the point of two pitch-black birds?" Zhao Xinyan scoffed coldly. "This is clearly a jab, implying that Grandmother and Grandfather are those two ugly black birds."
"That is unseemly," Grandfather remarked sharply.
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