"Sure enough, knowing a person by their repute is not as good as meeting them face to face." A guest should be treated with politeness, yet Ding Jiayi's attitude was unwelcoming. The wife that Old Qiao married was more unreasonable than what he heard. She did not know basic courtesy at all.
"Old Yang, I am sorry for the wait." Qiao Dongliang heard sounds at the door and came out of the house. He gave Ding Jiayi a cold glance and moved his belongings onto Old Yang's tricycle. "I am sorry for making you run this trip. It's been hard on you."
"It's okay. Let me help you." Old Yang came down from the tricycle and went into the Qiao's residence. "You only have these few pieces of belongings?" It seemed that Qiao Dongliang did not have much to move to the new house.
"Yes, that's all."
"Okay. Old Qiao, you can take a rest. I can move them by myself. Where's Nan Nan?"
Right then, Qiao Nan came out of the room with her bag. "Uncle, how are you?"
