Xiao Changyi remained silent.
An Jing said leisurely, "Mrs. Hongxia, San Ya is your daughter, and you should be more aware of what kind of person she is than anyone else."
Mrs. Hongxia's old face immediately turned red, but she still managed to complain, "Regardless, you shouldn't have made her cry. She ran back home in tears, and so many people in the village saw. What will they think of her?"
"Mrs., she chose to cry on her own, it wasn't us who made her cry. What does that have to do with us?" An Jing responded in a soft, polite tone. Though her man was reticent and reserved, she surely was not!
Mrs. Hongxia was at a loss for words in an instant.
However, because she did not dare to stay any longer, fearing that Xiao Changyi might curse her, Mrs. Hongxia did not press the point and quickly went straight to the matter at hand. She turned to Xiao Changyi and asked, "Changyi, did you really become rich?"
