Just as Qiao Jingu was about to kick in the door, it opened.
Tan Zhenghong asked coldly, "Who are you looking for?"
Normally, as the brother-in-law, he should treat his brother-in-law well when he came to visit.
But he remembered very clearly what Qiao Jingu had said: that it was only right to sell his sister, and that One Tael of Silver was too cheap.
In Qiao Jingu's eyes, his sister was merely a tool for making money.
And he couldn't bring himself to give a good face to such a heartless person.
"Don't play dumb with me, I am Qiao Jingu, the idiot you married is my elder sister."
Qiao Jingu looked at Tan Zhenghong with disdain.
So much time had passed, and he didn't know if his sister's foolishness had flared up again, but he certainly didn't believe that someone who had been foolish for so many years would suddenly recover upon getting married.
Tan Zhenghong warned, "If I hear you talking nonsense again, don't blame me for being impolite."
