Gu Cheng's face was flushed, and his rough, old hands were shaking, but he had no choice but to compromise with the arrogant Yang Jindi.
Ancestral hall—it was a secret he had to keep!
"I got it."
This was a silent compromise. So what if he was upset?
"Hng, Gu Cheng, I also want a good house!" Yang Jindi had one demand after another, her eyes sparkling with joy.
"Okay, I understand," Gu Cheng said with gritted teeth. However, when he saw that Yang Jindi wanted to say more, his face turned cold.
"Don't be too greedy and insatiable, it's not good. After all, there's no point in having so many things if you aren't alive to enjoy them, right?"
Gu Cheng spoke, his eyes like little daggers flying straight towards Yang Jindi. Yang Jindi couldn't help but squirm, smiling in embarrassment.
"I- I understand.".
But there was some discontent in those eyes; she wanted more supplies, eh.
