He's picky about his wife, and she's picky about him. What's wrong with them?!
The villagers always enjoyed mocking his wife and making fun of the Xiao family; he had never minded it before. But now, thinking of his wife's clear and pure eyes, it was suddenly unbearable to hear them badmouth her. "Enough!"
Xiao Yishan's face was cold, his voice frosty.
He was already the tallest and most imposing man in the village, with a body as big and burly as a mountain. His strong arms were muscular and powerful, and the fearsome scars on his left face made the villagers afraid of him.
As his face grew colder, the people around him were too scared to speak.
Qian Zhangshi felt goosebumps, "You... what do you want? You wouldn't really want to marry me, would you? I'm telling you, I won't remarry to you. My husband Qian Duotian and Qian Duodi may not be great, but they have land and fields. I can't stand marrying into your poor family!"
