After playing the generous benefactor, Su Luo felt inexplicably cheerful.
Successfully weathering this storm was largely thanks to Jiang Shu, so, with a sweet smile on her face, she playfully asked, "Husband, how much silver do you want? Just say it!"
Confidently, she patted her waist.
Jiang Shu glanced over at her movement, her attire light and delicate in the summer heat, highlighting her slender waist. She most likely wanted to express, 'I have a thick waist, and I have plenty of money.'
But with her patting her waist like that, it added a unique flavor to the situation.
It was mid-afternoon, with cicadas chirping outside and a basin of ice cooling the room, making it not feel hot.
A playful breeze blew in from the open window, causing Su Luo's rosy skirt to flutter slightly. Behind her was a garden full of lush greenery, and she alone was a spot of red, like the first new lotus in a pond full of blooming lotus.
