Nothing to Do With Da Lang

"After my brother's eyes went blind, they never came again." Xie Jun puffed up. "The reason that they came to our house today must be because of you, Chuchu."

How could Zhao Chuchu not know?

This old woman wanted to teach Zhao Chuchu a lesson the moment she walked through the door.

There was no need to be nice to such snobbish relatives.

But Xie Heng was a scholar, and a scholar's reputation was important, so Zhao Chuchu planned to wait it out first.

The old woman outside snorted coldly. "Da Lang, if you are not good at teaching her discipline, let grandmother help you. You are the head of the family, and housework is supposed to be done by women. If she doesn't do it, you can divorce her! Grandma will decide for you and find you a good marriage!"