Lu Jiang glanced at his nephew with a sideways look, "You little scamp, don't just stand there pleased with yourself. Step up!
A wife faced with criticism, if you're a man, you've got to step in, can't hide behind your wife and do nothing about everything.
Lu Tianjun didn't let his uncle down and stepped forward, placing Jiang Xiaoyue behind him, "Comrade Ye, as you said, I'm just a minor soldier, far less distinguished than your son's noble birth..."
"Since you're aware of your place, what are you doing standing here?" Ye Qing interrupted him with a face full of scorn and sarcasm, "Xiaoyue is the apple of Comrade Jiang's eye, beloved since childhood, among girls her age, there are very few high-ranking officials' daughters who can compare with her. Do you think you're worthy of her?"
