The Xiao Family is so poor, and Second Brother's left face has already been scratched by a bear. If he becomes lame, he won't be able to marry a good wife.
"Would you mind?" Xiao Yishan's cold voice had no emotion. Heaven knew he was nervous, afraid that she would...
She shook her head, "Of course I don't mind." It's just that she's afraid his future wife would mind. Second Brother didn't have a wife yet, so it wasn't appropriate to talk to him about this.
"I'll take good care of my injury." Xiao Yishan's cold voice carried a hint of determination. "Don't worry, Yue'er." She had medical skills, could make money, knew how to read, and had a good heart. Such a wife was hard to find even with a lantern.
He was just a rough man from the mountains, not worthy of her. He couldn't afford to be lame as well.
"That's good." Su Qingyue finished cleaning and went to wash the bowls and chopsticks.
The little bastard had eaten the porridge she made as well.
