Qingyue has over 2,000 taels now.

Everyone was clamoring for Su Qingyue to stay at their home.

Su Qingyue was caught between laughter and tears, moved by the allure of silver far outstripping that of people.

Xiao Yishan's face was livid with rage. His wife hadn't even left the Xiao Family's door and these people were already coveting her, infuriating him to no end, "All of you, get out!"

Xiao Qinghe's face also displayed an equally embarrassed expression.

Qian Zhang brandished her old embroidered handkerchief, "If she wants to go, let her go." She was only a few years older than Su Qingyue, yet without a son to take Su Qingyue's... money.

Seeing Xiao Yishan's rage and on the verge of striking someone, with his immense and muscular build intimidating everyone, the rest started leaving reluctantly.

Fearing he'd resort to using his fists, the crowd in the yard successively left the Xiao Family's courtyard door, discontent.