Lin Qiao responded with an "Oh," and then worriedly advised, "Don't confront him head-on. He'll do anything."
In her heart, she thought it was Niu Er bullying Song Tingfan.
"Okay," Song Tingfan nodded.
Poor Niu Er was blamed unfairly. After a while, he arrived at the shop and saw Song Tingfan there, glaring at him with annoyance, "Widow Song, your brother-in-law hit me!"
"Serves you right," Lin Qiao retorted without a care.
Niu Er choked on his words, "Widow Song, that brat's just spoiled by you. Keep spoiling him, and he'll definitely hit you next."
He was always unreliable, and Lin Qiao gave him a stern look, "It's none of your business, I've told you not to come!"
"You're all gentle with everyone but so mean to me, aren't you afraid no one will marry you?"
Niu Er snorted and sat down on a stool, getting straight to the point, "Widow Song, I'll marry you. Will you do it or not?"
Lin Qiao showed no shyness, "No."
