Jia Lanhua certainly couldn't reveal her true feelings.
"I'm thinking about how to take you down," she quietly said to herself, but what came out of her mouth was something else.
"It's nothing. That old man is already waiting for you inside. Hurry up and get in there. If that old geezer sees us talking here, he'll probably get jealous and cause trouble again."
Zhang Xiaoshan thought back to the last time and apologized to Jia Lanhua.
"Sister Lanhua, I'm sorry about last time. Because of me, you got slapped by the village chief. I'm sorry."
Jia Lanhua sighed and said,
"That old man and I argue every other day; we've long been estranged. Fighting has become a routine affair—it wouldn't be surprising if we get divorced one day."
"Little Shan, do you understand what I mean?"
By the end of her speech, Jia Lanhua's eyes were piercingly fixed on Zhang Xiaoshan.
Her peach blossom eyes were too captivating.
Zhang Xiaoshan was stupefied by Jia Lanhua's words.
