Qiao Xiaomai silently listened to the nagging of Qiao Changshun and Zhuang Lühe, not saying a word. It was Tong Sanlang who spoke up in her defense, explaining her difficulties and his own mistakes.
"Still, you shouldn't have been so heavy-handed!" Qiao Changshun angrily glared at Qiao Xiaomai. "If something really had happened to Sanlang, what would you have done?"
Qiao Xiaomai remained silent.
Qiao Changshun was about to continue, but Zhuang Lühe tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to stop talking.
She knew that Qiao Xiaomai was not her own flesh and blood, and that some things said in passing should not be taken too far.
Tong Tiehu, seeing this, opened his mouth, "Enough, since Sanlang is fine, let's just let this matter pass."
"Sanlang is fine?" Qiao Changshun pointed at Tong Sanlang's pale face. The man was nearly gone!
Where would Qiao Xiaomai find such a good husband in the future?