Sighing, Qiao Qinghe spoke, "I'll pay more attention to teaching them in the future."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai only smiled and didn't say anything. Her pair of bright, moist, peach blossom eyes kept staring at him.
Her gaze was clear and pure. It made Qiao Qinghe's heart ache. He pursed his lips, turned to Tong Tiehu to offer a greeting, and then stalked off with large strides.
Tong Tiehu watched his retreating figure, then turned to Qiao Xiaomai, "Alright, after all this commotion, I and Third Son are heading back."
"Thank you, Grandpa Tong and Third Brother Tong." Qiao Xiaomai expressed her thanks again.
Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami, who had remained silent, also expressed their gratitude.
Tong Tiehu waved his hands, signaling they didn't need to thank him any further. Then he climbed into the oxcart and let his third son lead the ox back home.
The entrance of the Qiao Family home returned to its usual quiet state.