"Jiao Jiao, what exactly is the matter with you?"
Qiao Zhenbang grabbed He Tiantian's arm and pulled her back into the bedroom, lowering his voice and angrily asked.
"What do you mean, what's the matter?" He Tiantian idly picked at her fingernails as if she hadn't understood Qiao Zhenbang's words.
"You, you just said that as long as my mother embroiders a piece for you, you would divorce me—"
Although Zhenbang also deeply disliked the matter of the embroidery.
In the memories of his "past life," he had not found any scene where his grandmother sold an embroidery piece for ten thousand yuan.
Because, in those scenes he saw, his grandmother was provoked to death by the malicious woman, "Jiao Jiao."
With the grandmother gone, even though policies later relaxed, she could no longer showcase the skills she once excelled at.
