mua~!
Meng Chacha ignored the middle-aged landlady and wrapped her arms around Yang Hao's neck, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him on the face, "Thank you, hubby~!"
The middle-aged woman rubbed her forehead, slightly depressed.
To think she'd be subjected to a storm of dog food while selling a house!
Meanwhile, Yang Hao couldn't help but grumble inwardly, So buying a retail space is all it takes to go from Yang to hubby, huh!
Isn't "hubby" something you only call out when you're playing poker?
Actually, it was a misunderstanding on Yang Hao's part about Meng Chacha—she wished she could use the term "hubby" every day, but the problem was she had no status. She didn't dare to use the term lightly, afraid Yang Hao might think she was trying to climb the social ladder.
The clear-headed Meng Chacha knew that a man like Yang Hao would never marry her, so becoming his main wife was just an occasional dream for her.
Her plan for herself was to be a docile, empathetic canary.
