Song Bingyun suddenly felt a tickle on her earlobe.
"Wife, as the saying goes, 'The willow planted by the roadside becomes the shade by accident.'"
"As long as it's the seed of a flower, even if it's planted in the wrong place, it will eventually bloom beautifully."
Tang Yi's voice was gentle and magnetic.
"Believe me, wife, in this lifetime, I won't let anyone bully you."
"Of course, except me!"
"Get lost!" Song Bingyun pushed Tang Yi away, blushing, "It's all because I was too soft-hearted back then."
"If it weren't for my family, who would want to marry you!"
"Alright, I'm tired. Go make the bed, I want to rest."
"Who knows how to deal with the fake product issue tomorrow!"
Tang Yi quickly got up, made the bed in the bedroom, and then tactfully left.
He sat on the sofa in the living room, thinking about how to deal with the counterfeit factory.
In fact, destroying such a small factory was not difficult.
The key was how to cut off future troubles permanently.
