Xu Erhong rushed over in just a few strides, "When did you get back?"
"Just now?" Xu Niannian laughed at Xu Erhong's brightly colored pants.
A floral hat was one thing, but floral pants too?
"Uncle, your pants..."
"My pants look good, right?" Xu Erhong, quite proud of himself, took off his hat, "They match the hat, festive."
They were festive, indeed, but they looked a bit indecent.
Yang Cuihua said what Xu Niannian didn't.
"Good looking my ass, what the hell are you wearing? All those garish colors, ugly as sin, don't you dare say you're my brother-in-law when you're out and about."
"Eh, alright, big sis, what brings you to my house?"
Xu Erhong smoothly changed the subject.
Yang Cuihua snorted, "You looking for a beating?"
Xu Erhong burst into an exaggerated laugh and hopped away while Liu Guimei, hearing her husband's loud laughter, came out with a basin in hand.
"Big sis, you can beat me to death, no compensation needed."
