Zhao Zhan heard the noise as soon as he arrived in the village. He didn't stop to look, he was not interested in watching the fun at all.
"Hey, isn't that Zhao Zhan?" Zhao Kuazi's eyes were sharp and shouted, "Call him over right now and ask him what his wife is up to."
"You're right. Recently, everyone has been saying that Zhao Zhan's wife is as beautiful as a vixen. I can't tell where she's from, but she might really be a vixen based on the stories I've heard."
"Yes, yes, yes, call him over. Call him over and we'll ask him!"
Zhao Zhan had already turned around and walked over when he heard Zhao Kuazi say his name. When he heard these people talking about his love, his face turned dark. "My wife is at home everyday. She doesn't even leave the door. What can she do?"
