Meng Yuhuai hummed a laugh, his voice laced with indifference, "Whether she is sensible or not, I know well in my heart."
"What you're saying... isn't that just covering up for her shortcomings?"
"She's my wife. Even if I were indeed covering for her, it would be the right thing to do."
"Hiss..." Tang Maolin sucked in a breath as if frustrated by the lack of resilience, pointing at Meng Yuhuai's face with his finger before turning around to hoist up the bundle on the ground grumpily shouting at Mrs. Ding and Tang Dongyan, "Let's go, let's go, we've been practically driven out, what are we still standing here for? What relatives, what family, it's all nonsense! Once they've married a wife, they don't even recognize their mother. What's the point of me being an uncle!"
Mumbling all the way, he walked further and further along the dirt road.
