Tang Chuxia twitched her mouth, watching Madam Tang chase and hit her second brother, feeling pretty good.
"Xiaxia, you can't set up Second Brother like this in the future!"
Little Brother rubbed her head but didn't blame her.
Father Tang, holding a washboard, snorted coldly: "It would be great if she actually understood!"
Tang Chuxia didn't cater to Father Tang's behavior; she retaliated immediately, "Dad, you'd better think about how to get through this crisis first!"
She knew Madam Tang's temperament well; if Father Tang didn't kneel on the washboard today, things would not go well.
Not wanting to lose face in front of the kids, Father Tang changed the subject: "What did you say to your Aunt Wen before?"
Aunt Wen?
Plague!
That's a good name.
Tang Chuxia scooted over to Father Tang, winking playfully and asked: "Dad, do you really have nothing to do with Aunt Wen? How come I heard she got divorced again?"
