Li Rou had been holding Tong Xiaoyue's hand, but when she saw Tong Xingda rushing toward them in anger, she quickly bent over to pick up Tong Xiaoyue. She held Tong Xiaoyue tightly in her arms, with Tong Xiaoyue's small head just against her face.
With Tong Xiaoyue around, Li Rou believed Tong Xingda would not dare to strike her.
Tong Xingda stiffened his raise hand as he saw this. Looking at Tong Xiaoyue's face, filled with tears and fear, he found he could not bring his hand down.
"Father, father, let it go. Today is Sanlang's big day, don't be angry," Tong Dalang stepped forward, pulling Tong Xingda to the side, "There's no point in making a fuss about this now. We should think about the future."
"With Sanlang becoming a scholar, our family does not need to pay taxes any more. Didn't our sister-in-law give us several strategies last time? I think we should start a small business according to those strategies."