Su Jinniang was wearing brand-new clothes and looked beautiful.
When she saw Wei Ting, her face turned slightly red. "Mr. Wei."
Wei Ting ignored her.
She mustered her courage again and looked at the bundle of dry firewood on Wei Ting's shoulder. She said softly, "Young Mr. Wei, did you go to chop firewood? It's inconvenient to move around in your condition. How can the Su family let you do such a job? Put it down. I'll get my brother to send it over for you."
"No need." Wei Ting rejected coldly.
Su Jinniang hurriedly said, "You don't have to be embarrassed. We're from the same village. It's only right for us to help each other…"
"Brother Wei!"
Li Xiaoyong walked out of the house.
He looked at Wei Ting and smiled happily.
"It's really you! I thought so at home just now! It's snowing heavily. Why did you go to chop firewood? Let me know if you want firewood next time!"
