Qin San Lang: "..."
It seems that I need to teach He Laoqiao's family a lesson.
Gu Jinli sat in the mule cart, holding his forehead and sighing deeply, resigned to the audacity of the old women in the village to say just about anything.
And they sure are fiery. Goodness, you all know quite a bit.
But, I really want to see if Brother Qin is blushing?
She sneakily lifted the cart's curtain to look at Qin San Lang beside the mule cart.
Eh, his face isn't red, it's darkened. Looks like He Laoqiao's family is in trouble.
Qin San Lang, sharp as he is, already knew she was peeking at him, squeezed the horse's belly, and ran ahead of the mule cart.
Gu Jinli frowned. Boy, you're acting proud now, not letting her look?
However, that's not it, Qin San Lang couldn't help but blush, didn't want her to see, so he hurriedly rode ahead on his horse.
Before long, they reached the end of the village.
