"How could anyone just abandon a child like this?" One of the sisters held Fang Zichen in her arms and wouldn't let go. "It's really baffling. If it were me, I couldn't bear to part with him—even if he were as ugly as a gourd, I'd still treasure him, because no matter what, he's my own." She looked at Mother Fang and teased with a laugh, "Sister, you already have two sons. Why not give Xiao Chen to me? I truly adore him."
"You wish," Mother Fang said. "If you don't mind, I'll make up a million to you, and you can take his second brother away instead."
The young sister quickly declined. They were close friends and spoke without filter: "Forget that! Your second boy is such a little menace—I'm afraid if I took him home, he'd tear my house down."