As for Qin Xiaofei, she was temporarily out of his consideration. His wife was the most important, besides, he felt like a terracotta Buddha trying to cross a river – he could barely save himself.
Su Nian glanced at Qin Xiaofei, flicked the dust off Zheng Haoyu's shirt with her fingers and said, "It's so dirty, you might as well throw it away when you get home."
Next to them, Luo Yuqi couldn't help rubbing his forehead. Marrying such a lively woman was quite a headache.
"Su Nian, don't cross the line!" Qin Xiaofei stomped her feet, unable to keep her composure. She refused to believe it; there wasn't a corner that couldn't be dug down as long as the hoe was swung well.
"Tsk tsk, let everyone say. Who crossed the line? You're carrying the child of another man and yet you're here seducing my husband. Am I crossing the line?" Su Nian's face was filled with a bright smile, but this brightness gave Qin Xiaofei the chills.
