Xiaoxiao lying on the kang was indeed thinking about Yang Ming. She was pondering how to initiate her strategy to make him like and love her.
But she was too ugly, making Yang Ming like her probably wouldn't be easy.
"Ah, what to do, what to do." Xiaoxiao held the quilt and kept sighing.
However, it didn't take long before Xiaoxiao stopped sighing. Her mood brightened up, and she flashed a triumphant smile. How could she forget? Her biggest trump card was that Yang Ming was her husband, her husband, her husband—who else would he like if not her?
She decided to defend her status, eliminate all the women around her cheap husband, ensuring he'd only have her by his side—and with this thought, she contentedly went to sleep.
Early the next morning, Xiaoxiao went to find her sister-in-law. "Sister-in-law, do you know where I can buy milk?"
"Milk?" What was this younger sister-in-law up to now?
