Tong Sanlang quickly returned to his own room and saw Qiao Xiaomai sitting under the lamp, flipping through his books. He took a deep breath, "Xiaomai, get me one thousand and six hundred taels of silver."
As Qiao Xiaomai saw him enter, she was about to close the book, but when she heard his words, she looked up in surprise, "What's going on?"
Seeing Tong Sanlang's ashen face, she quickly stood up, grabbed his arm, and asked concerningly, "What happened?"
"Mother's talking nonsense, I can't tolerate it anymore, I want to give silver to mother, and we'll separate our households tomorrow." Tong Sanlang softened his voice, not wanting his terrible mood to affect Qiao Xiaomai.
Qiao Xiaomai's eyes widened. She was curious about what nonsensical thing the Zhang Family had said, but seeing Tong Sanlang's face, she held back her curiosity. She hurriedly retrieved a stack of silver notes from the void, counted out sixteen, and handed them to Tong Sanlang.
