Tong Fusheng opened the door to the wood storage room.
The creak redirected everyone's attention.
Tong Huaqiong's mouth twitched; she knew this cheap older brother had always fancied himself a scholar, paying the most attention to his eating and dressing.
Now, after a night in the wood storage room, his clothes were all wrinkled.
He was no longer the meticulous man he used to be.
"Dad, you're up."
Tong Zhaodi, as if she were at home, picked up a washbasin in the courtyard to fetch water for Tong Fusheng to wash his face.
Tong Fusheng nodded, content to wait for his daughter's attendance.
When he saw Tong Huaqiong and Gu Taohua, along with other women, standing under the veranda, and Gu Dashu and Gu Dahuan busy in the kitchen, a feeling of discontent arose within him.
The urge to reprimand Gu Taohua grew stronger.
