"ling 'er, help me remove the grass. you know, i care about these vegetables the most. i don't trust others to do the work, so help me!"
a few days later, mo ling 'er's injuries were almost fully recovered, and leng rongrong began her evil operation.
"ah?" mo ling 'er looked at leng rongrong in shock.
these few days, she had the best days since she was born.
the clothes were ready, the food was ready, and everyone was serving her.
she finally recovered quickly, but she did not expect leng rongrong to suddenly give her a sickle and ask her to weed the vegetable field.
what the hell was this?
didn't leng rongrong like her a lot?
" ling 'er, i'm going out for a while. can you help me weed? " leng rongrong patted mo ling 'er's shoulder. " thank you for your hard work! "
"if we're weeding, aren't there gardeners?" mo ling er was bewildered.
