No, wasn't it supposed to be their lady getting remarried? A new marriage? Moving in with her? With such wealth and bluster?!
No, what does their wealth have to do with me! I'm not going! I'm not going!
Lin Suqing struggled, hastily crying out, "I'm not going, you've got the wrong person!"
The plump auntie shook the wicker ball in her hand, indicating, "The embroidered ball is right here; it's you. Behave yourself!"
He had been training for most of the day and was already exhausted. He had little strength left, and the two unusually burly servants brought by the plump, pregnant aunt made it impossible for him to struggle free.
After wasting quite some time, he suddenly had a brainwave—since outright refusal didn't work, he'd try a roundabout tactic.
