Xia Guifang had just sent a reply to her father with a "no?" when she turned to Wang Xiaoqiang and said, "Little Fang, did you know about my dad stealing apples from the orchard?"
"Uh, I heard about it... hehe..." Wang Xiaoqiang chuckled, wearing an unconcerned expression.
Xia Guifang's mother, busy in the kitchen, heard this and her old face turned red with embarrassment. Xia Guifang also felt awkward. "Little Qiang, I'm really sorry, I already talked to my dad about it, and I think he won't do such foolish things again..."
"Uh, it's okay," Xia Guifang's words actually reminded Wang Xiaoqiang. "Oh, right, Little Fang, later I'll go pick some apples for you to eat..."
Xia Guifang waved her hands hurriedly, "No need, Little Qiang, those apples are so expensive..."
Before Xia Guifang had finished speaking, Wang Xiaoqiang's hand was already on her protruding belly, and he whispered into her delicate ear, "Don't be polite, momma..."
