Upon retrieving the oilcloth, Jin Yu thought of Xu Niannian's delighted expression and a curve formed at the corner of his lips.
Xu Qiang managed to tag along with Jin Yu back home by being shamelessly persistent.
When they arrived on Nanshui Road, Xu Qiang leaned on the steering wheel, grinning from ear to ear, "Yo, cousin, isn't this the house that Grandpa tossed to you? How come you've turned it into a den for your sweetheart now?"
This cousin of his was fine in all aspects, except that his mouth was always foul.
Jin Yu glanced at him, his eyes shooting cold arrows, "If you don't want to go back, then shut up."
"Hehe, consider it unsaid." Xu Qiang made a zipping gesture across his mouth.
Without having met his iron-headed monk cousin's fiancée, how could Xu Qiang leave?
He was on a mission, after all. The siblings back home were dying of curiosity.
They wondered what kind of celestial being had managed to tame the Bull Demon King.
