Xiaoxiao left the room, anyway, those two were copying books, and nothing major could happen for the moment.
She needed to go back to her room and think everything over from the beginning—how had things become so complicated?
In the end, Xiaoxiao concluded that the crux of the matter lay with Li Fugui. As long as Li Fugui was cured, all the problems would be solved. Yang Qiu would not be mistaken for Xiaotian, and the situation with Xiaotian would also become clear.
The key to curing Li Fugui was to find the real Xiaotian, but for a peasant household, searching for a person was exceedingly difficult—it looked like a dead end no matter how they saw it.
Xiaoxiao racked her brain until it ached. If Xiaotian really was Yang Xia, then her cheap husband would be very happy. Thinking of her cheap husband, a clever smile appeared in Xiaoxiao's eyes—hmm, even if it was a dead end, they had to break through it.
