"Cough, cough. What about me?"
Zhang Meihua, whose head was bandaged like a dumpling, coughed and said sarcastically.
Longyue flashed a rare smile. "As long as Zhang knows her place, you will definitely have a share."
Zhang Meihua hated Longyue's pretentious demeanor, but when she thought about how she could get new clothes for nothing, she quickly said, "Of course. No one likes to argue all day, right?"
"Ha, what a load of bullsh*t."
Longyue pursed her lips. This was how shameless people became invincible!
At night, Longyue was embroidering under the light of an oil lamp. After Li Qingmu came in, he wanted to switch off all the lamps.
"What are you doing?"
"Wife, it's late. It's time to rest. It's dark and bad for the eyes."
He said this very gently. Longyue thought it made sense. In addition, she had been embroidering for the entire day and was indeed very tired. She put down the embroidery in her hands and rested.
