Nian Junting was downstairs and had gotten off work. He planned to take his wife and son home after dinner. When he saw his sister, he wasn't surprised, but took out two cards from his wallet, "Don't say that your brother doesn't care about you. These are the salon cards I had registered for you two days ago. Women shouldn't neglect themselves just because they're married. After all, you're going to have a wedding during the summer vacation. I can't let my relatives think that you went on a mission in Africa and brought back an African hubby."
Nian Xi staggered on the stairs and barely managed to stand up.
She clenched her teeth and glared at Nian Junting.
Was it necessary for the father and son to take turns to hurt her with their words?
"Do you think what I said doesn't make sense?" Nian Junting asked calmly, "If you don't want it, I'll give it to your sister-in-law."
"I want it…I want," Nian Xi snatched the salon card.