Cries of "Second Brother" echoed piercingly, as if nailing Qiao Changshun's feet to the ground; he took a few steps toward Qiao Xiaomai, who was staring at him expressionlessly.
Despite his hesitations, he spoke up, "Xiaomai, how about we find her a match so she can get married?"
It wasn't a solution to let Qiao Meipan live alone in Anping Village; at her age, it was time for her to marry.
"If she wants to get married, she can find someone on her own, you mustn't meddle carelessly," Qiao Xiaomai said coldly.
If Qiao Changshun intervened, Qiao Meipan would surely cling to him, and she wouldn't be able to shake her off.
Such a pile of crap, she wanted nothing to do with it.
Qiao Xiaomai's response was decisive without a hint of hesitation or room for negotiation.
Qiao Changshun watched Qiao Meipan dodging the sweeping broom, his lips quivered, but he said nothing.