Tong Erlang was already on the verge of fainting from anger, his cheeks flushed red, his eyes bloodshot as he tried to hit Qiao Xiaomai with both hands and feet, shouting, "You're the pig, your whole family are pigs! Wait till I slaughter you for meat!"
Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang slightly furrowed his brows and restrained Tong Erlang with both arms, pulling him outside, "Second brother, you're including me in that insult with your words."
"Although Xiaomai's words are harsh, what she says isn't wrong. Can't you be a little more ambitious?"
"Can you and sister-in-law have a little less trickery in your brains?"
"Can you be a tad more sincere when you deal with me and Xiaomai?"
Dealing with a wife who has such a poisonous tongue is exhausting.
Having a second brother who's as useless as a lump of mud is even more draining.
What Xiaomai wanted to say was actually what he also intended to express.
Could they have less scheming and more sincerity?