Zhao Youcai felt like he'd thrown a punch into a bale of cotton—the frustration was so stifling he felt like he was about to explode.
Su Tang watched him, seeing he was on the verge of losing control. Her tone softened slightly, but her gaze remained clear and sharp.
"If you really want to ask something, you should be asking my aunt. Honesty is the most important thing between a husband and wife. Hiding things, making guesses... it will only make the rift between you grow wider."
"Don't you agree, Uncle?"
She knew that even if she said nothing, Zhao Youcai wouldn't let go of his suspicions.
But those words couldn't come from her.
'To put it bluntly, meddling in other people's business invites bad karma.'
She bent down, picked up the bamboo basket full of seaweed, and prepared to leave.
As she passed Zhao Youcai, she paused for a fraction of a second but said nothing.
