"I was just making a casual comment," Tang Zhijun said, dumbstruck by his older brother's rebuke. He wiped away the sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, he only mentioned it in passing. If he had stated directly that he wanted to add mud to the vegetables, with one pound of vegetable and one pound of mud, he was sure that his older brother would have beaten him to death.
Tang Yuxin looked at this one, then that one, truly clueless as to how her grandparents' two children could be so different.
Her father had been honest all his life, but her second uncle was incredibly shrewd, more suited to being a businessman.
She now finally understood why the villagers used to say that if her second uncle had been around, her father wouldn't have been bullied by Sang Zhilan regardless of circumstances.
If being honest meant being destined to be bullied, then she would rather her father was not so honest.
