"Are you really planning to marry her off to Sanlang?!" Seeing that Tong Xingda wasn't joking, Madam Zhang could not help but raise her voice, "In view of her reputation and personality, I disagree!"
Tong Xingda snorted, picked up a piece of elbow meat and threw it in his mouth, chewing heartily.
"Dad, all of Qiao Xiaomai's wheat has been sold, just because she used to make money does not guarantee she'll continue to do so." Zhu Hongyun slowly spoke.
Although Qiao Xiaomai had outdone the Tong Family in land cultivation, when it came to overall wealth, the Tong Family definitely had the upper hand.
Based on Tong Sanlang's status, he could completely marry a girl in town; he didn't have to necessarily choose Qiao Xiaomai.