Tan Xiao shook his head, "Hard to say. After all, the contact was too brief; I am not grandpa or dad. I'm good at doing business, but when it comes to understanding people, I really can't see clearly. Forget it, let's not talk about this. I heard Old Mr. Tang's asthma has flared up again. I prepared some stuff for him. Just now, my mom told me someone from the Tang Family came to deliver a message. The day after tomorrow is Old Tang's 70th birthday. Grandpa is going too; it's your future wife's home, don't be nervous."
"Bullshit future wife!"
Huh? Tan Xiao was a bit surprised, this younger brother of hers, although fond of dancing with knives and wielding staff, rarely swears.
"Sister, if I say I truly like Tang Su, would you believe me?"
"I believe you."