Xue Lixue was so angry she really wanted to slap him.
"Shen Zhou, can you really do what you said, chase away President Hai's illness with a beating and make him normal again!"
"You can restore this back garden completely, in the future!"
"Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it, if you want me to wash your clothes, I'll wash them! If you can't do it, please spare me the embarrassment and stop bluffing in the future."
Meng Xuemei immediately added, "Right! Shen Zhou, if you can do it, I promise too! Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it, I can wash your clothes for you, mop your floors!"
"When it's hot, I'll fan you and bring you coolness."
"When it's cold, I'll wash your feet, just like your little wife."
Xue Lixue: "..."
Although Meng Xuemei's words irritated her, she felt as if she had found a fellow sufferer.
She chuckled, "Shen Zhou, did you hear that? Even Meng Xuemei says so! Nobody believes you."
