Ye Cheng thought about Su Xiaofeng's bright eyes and confident smile, the corner of his mouth twitching, "Does she look like she needs anyone's pity?"
Su Xiaofeng certainly didn't come off as someone who was bitter and miserable, a look of melancholy on her face, "Just mind your own business. Who are you to her that you need to worry about her affairs?"
Wu Ershun thought it over and agreed, "I can't make her my girlfriend, and she can't be my sister-in-law, so indeed it's none of my business."
Good that you know.
After lunch, a little after two o'clock, Ye Cheng drove over with Wu Ershun. When he saw the hundred-plus bottles of chili sauce seemingly conjured up by magic, Wu Ershun was dumbfounded, "Sis, you're really fast, aren't you? It's been less than six hours, and you've already completed over a hundred bottles."
