Zhao Jianghe was startled and involuntarily stepped back several times. What kind of luck was this today? Since when did women start throwing themselves at him so recklessly in the Daqian Dynasty?
Before Zhao Song had a chance to speak, Mrs. Ji was the first to lose her temper, pointing at Zhao Danggui's nose and scolding, "Hey, what are you saying? How is my daughter a *****? Who do you think you are? How dare you make a scene in front of me, believe it or not, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
Zhao Danggui wasn't afraid of her at all, hands on her hips, she snorted coldly, "Who am I? I'm not like some people, who are nothing more than distant relatives. Jianghe is my own younger brother, don't his marriage affairs fall under my supervision?!"
