To Melody Summers’s surprise, Mrs. Vance was also cradling a small pet dog.
The pet dog looked a bit like a Chihuahua, but it was much thinner and weaker than a normal one, appearing somewhat malnourished.
At the moment, it was curled up quietly in Mrs. Vance’s arms, looking a little listless.
Melody Summers looked at the Chihuahua, thinking, ’During this disaster, it’s hard enough for ordinary people to feed themselves. But for Mrs. Vance to be able to keep a pet dog... it shows her family must be doing quite well...’
Mrs. Vance sidled over with a grin and said to Melody Summers and Grace Sutton, "I just saw a few people carrying a big box, going in and out of our building. I was just wondering which family had the spare cash to buy so much stuff these days... So it was you guys again!"
Melody Summers instantly tensed up.
She thought with a headache, ’It seems Mrs. Vance must have seen the workers when they came to install the garbage disposal unit!’
It wasn’t that Melody Summers was deliberately prejudiced against Mrs. Vance; the woman was just too strange!
Although they had only met twice before, Mrs. Vance had always left a bad impression on Melody Summers.
The first time they met, Mrs. Vance had helped Sylvia Lancaster try to guilt-trip Melody Summers into giving up her apartment.
The second time, Mrs. Vance had brazenly pried about the supplies in Melody Summers’s home.
These were special times, and Melody Summers had to be on her guard against people like Mrs. Vance.
Mrs. Vance just stood there, sizing up Melody Summers and Grace Sutton, her eyes darting all over them.
As Mrs. Vance looked at Melody Summers’s and Grace Sutton’s clean, fair faces and their fluffy, dry hair, and then at their new fur and down coats, a calculating glint slowly appeared in her eyes.
Being so brazenly scrutinized by Mrs. Vance made both Melody Summers and Grace Sutton feel uncomfortable...
Grace Sutton subtly shielded Melody Summers behind her, forced a smile at Mrs. Vance, and said, "We weren’t buying things. It was just some stuff from our previous move that we hadn’t finished bringing over. We had the movers deliver it today."
After saying that, Grace Sutton seemed to remember something and added, "Besides, what spare cash? We’re just an ordinary family. Who has spare cash these days!"
Hearing Grace Sutton’s explanation, the glint in Mrs. Vance’s eyes didn’t fade. She pressed on, "Oh, listen to you. Gas and diesel are sky-high now. Just hailing a cab costs at least a thousand to start, and delivery fees are even more expensive! The fact that your family can afford to have people deliver things shows you’re not so ordinary..."
When Grace Sutton heard this, she cursed inwardly.
But Melody Summers, who was shielded behind Grace Sutton, let out a soft laugh and said to Mrs. Vance, "Mrs. Vance, what are you talking about? We’re just an ordinary family. We can’t compare to yours."
"Look at you, you’re still able to keep a pet dog! People are practically starving to death these days, yet you have extra food to feed a dog. That clearly shows your family is much better off than ours!"
Mrs. Vance’s expression changed at her words, and a flicker of guilt crossed her eyes.
But she quickly recovered and continued with an awkward smile, "Listen to yourself. This little puppy doesn’t need much food. Half a small sand vine cake a day is enough to keep it alive! But you two, even your hair is so clean... Tsk tsk, that’s not easy. You still have extra water to wash your hair? Did you hoard a lot of water before the disaster?"
Seeing the subtle, calculating look in Mrs. Vance’s eyes, Melody Summers replied with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, "Mrs. Vance, you give us too much credit. If we’d hoarded water before the disaster, we’d be laughing in our sleep! Our whole family just has dry hair that doesn’t get oily, so it only looks clean!"
Fortunately, the elevator arrived just then.



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