Old Man Qian's face turned a steely gray with anger, and although he didn't want to ask, he couldn't help but inquire, "Big Jujube, who is that?"
After all, a big white goose was easy to understand, it had to be the goose.
Song Yunuan replied sweetly, "That's my family's Big Red Horse."
Old Man Qian: …
So if a mouse in your house dies from poison, it's also because of the rat poison I laid out?
Not a single good thing.
If he stayed any longer, he was going to be angered to death.
Song Yunuan thought Old Man Qian would continue arguing, but unexpectedly, after a few deep breaths, he calmed down.
He sighed helplessly and pointed his finger at Old Mr. Gu, saying, "Argue as we may, I always focus on the issue, not the person, but today I got a bit carried away in my urgency. Old Gu, please don't take it to heart, considering the many years of our relationship.
As for my spouse, if you want to help, then help. If not, forget it—I can't be mad at you.
