"Alright..." Nan Changfeng agreed.
A smile bloomed upon his handsome face.
"Oh, by the way, do you know how to cook?"
The Ninth Emperor frowned. Even though she knew how to make some homemade herbal dishes, she was too lazy to do it, and the girls at home were all not good at cooking, so she could only find someone else.
"I do..."
"What about laundry?"
"I do..."
"So what you can not do?"
The Ninth Emperor held her chin and asked.
Nan Changfeng was silent. He thought for a long time before he said, "Giving birth to a child... I can't..."
The Ninth Emperor was speechless.
For some reason, hearing these words, the Ninth Emperor actually had an urge to smack him to death.
Luckily, looking at that beautiful face, she held it back.
"Well, let's go home. The girls in my mountain are getting impatient."
