Xia Mao and his wife huddled together and began to read the letter. The more they read, the more surprised they became.
In the end, Xu Lan could not help but yell out, "What? Married a girl from the countryside?"
"What's wrong with the countryside?" Xia Jun was unhappy to hear her comment. "I'm also a country bumpkin. Back in the past, Xia Mao had also planted rice seedlings in the field before. Which family didn't have ancestors from rural backgrounds?"
Xu Lan immediately moved back in fear.
The old man would always get triggered by certain issues. She felt really guilty telling others that the old man had a good temper.
"Besides, take a good look at whose granddaughter she is. She's Qiao Qiang's granddaughter." Xia Jun continued with a long face, "If he hadn't taken the initiative to leave the capital back then, I wouldn't be able to match up to his position. You still want to look down upon his granddaughter?"
