"You're like the fool we talk about back in our hometown, the kind of guy a girl marries for money because he's easy to manipulate."
These tiny, shabby fish, you could buy a bucketful at the market for ten yuan. How much would the gas cost for him to drive back and forth?
Yu Minglang couldn't laugh anymore, and he fished in frustration. He was indeed a great fisherman, with several hooks on one rod, and he could catch at least three fish at once.
Xiao Qian propped her cheek on her hand, giving her finely tuned assessment.
"Fool catching fool fish."
Yu Minglang was furious, dropped the rod, and grabbed the fleeing woman to kiss her ferociously. He was only satisfied when her provoking little mouth couldn't breathe his words anymore.
