Laicai nodded repeatedly. He figured standing for a two-hour stretch wasn't a big deal—it's not like he was getting beaten.
Yang Dezhi simply couldn't tolerate the Lin Family anymore. Juhua had bluntly said earlier that she hoped they wouldn't return too soon, and though she was joking, it was now proving embarrassingly true. They had only been back since mid-afternoon, and a fight had already broken out.
Juhua was so angry she was threatening to leave the next day. If it weren't already so late, the siblings would probably have left that very night. How could he, their uncle, show his face then?
His eyes burning with rage, he was about to teach his wife a lesson, but a fierce glare from Mrs. Wang stopped him in his tracks.
