An Jing kept her composure, still smiling as she parted her lips to utter a phrase with aggravating calmness, "We're willing~"
The old man was so infuriated that he turned around and left immediately.
"So, so, so," a young wife who was jealous of An Jing began to speak, her voice dripping with envy, "It's not like they're ruining our rice or our fields. Why should we care? Just wait and see, they'll regret it soon enough!"
As soon as the woman finished her piece, she left.
The other onlookers felt that the woman's words were right, and they also scattered one after another.
Irrelevant people never mattered to An Jing. Seeing them leave, she turned her head and said to Xiao Changyi with a smile, "Let's go back as well."
Xiao Changyi's cold eyes softened infinitely, "Mhm."
...
The bedstead arrived on time from the town, and Xiao Changyi had disassembled the makeshift plank bed early in the morning to make room for it.
