Half an hour later, Dina lazily lay in Lanling's arms and softly said, "Husband, when you have time, could you manage Ali's daughter? She's quite unruly."
Lanling asked, "What's wrong with her?"
Dina replied, "She's lazing around every day and often badmouths you, speaks harshly to Ali, and has made Ali cry several times."
Lanling frowned and said, "I don't have time to manage her; you do it. If you really can't handle it, just lock her up, starve her for a few meals, and whip her a few times."
Dina was taken aback; this husband of hers was truly ruthless and heartless to outsiders.
Actually, Lanling didn't finish his words. If it weren't for considering Ali's feelings, he thought it would be simpler to just kill her.
Lanling asked, "Nana, earlier you seemed like you wanted to say something but didn't. Is there something you want to tell me?"
"No," Dina replied.
In truth, she did, and she was extremely excited and joyous.
