Ye Tiao spoke, visibly annoyed as she sharply rapped Tang Jingming on the head and cursed, "And Shi Lingyan is your sister's man, and now that bastard has married someone else, wouldn't you beat him up? But no, you have to take care of his wife too?"
Tang Jingming was hit so hard that his eyes brimmed with tears, and with a whine, he protested, "My sister has been dead for three years now, and my brother-in-law is still so young, you can't expect him to spend his whole life with a dead person!"
The one thing Ye Tiao couldn't stand to hear was this kind of talk, and she got so angry that she started swinging her fist, ready to throw another punch.
Tang Jingming immediately grabbed her hand, "Sister Ye, Sister Ye, there are girls here, give me some face!"
"She's supposed to be dumb, what does she know about 'face'!" Ye Tiao snapped, but she still lowered her fist.
Tang Jingming let out a sigh of relief.
