Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly: "Silly boy, the husband sings and the wife follows."

"Saving you means saving myself. I don't want to be a widow before I even get in!"

Luo Fengtang's head is covered with black lines.

After drinking tea, it was noon, and the weather in the south was a bit hotter.

Cicadas were chirping on the branches in the yard outside.

Yang Ruoqing stretched her waist.

I didn't sleep all night last night. When I came back in the morning, I was busy taking a shower, washing my hair, washing clothes, etc., so I didn't even bother to sleep.

Looking at him again, he looked even more haggard and his eyes were bloodshot.

"I want to catch up on my sleep and go shopping on the street in the evening."

She said, by the way, she would take some things back home that were not available at home, to give to relatives and friends, or to sell.

After Luo Fengtang heard this, he immediately put down his tea bowl and stood up.
Chapter completed!