Song Qingci could only listen to them talking with a fake smile.

"Your husband is such a piece of shit. He's a gigolo and still wants to find someone else."

"You can't say that. Is there a misunderstanding? Our man, if you scold him once, he will say ten back. He might even get red in the face and start gesturing at us. I think Zhaodi, no, Qingci, your husband is okay."

"What are you good at? How can you compare to our Third Master?"

"That's right, the Third Master is better than him. Qingci, tell me, who is better, your previous husband or our Third Master?"

When the woman spoke, she made faces and grimaced, which was clearly not suitable for children.

Song Qingci: I don’t know any of them!

Otherwise, you can ask the Third Master to take in Sun Xiaodie, and then ask Sun Xiaodie about her experience?

Song Qingci pretended to be stupid and lowered his head to work.

Someone else asked her what she used to wash her hair and said that her hair had a nice fragrance.

Song Qingci: Is it the ice fragrance from Jiulongtan? I recommend you all try it.

"The Third Master is here, the Third Master is here!" someone shouted.

The women also looked over there immediately, and those who loved to joke moved over there.

Song Qingci felt that the pressure on him suddenly eased a lot.

Thank you, Sanye! Savior of social anxiety!

But her savior can also turn into a "disaster star" in an instant.

Because Mr. Fu San was walking towards her carrying the big fish.

"Here, you cook it. It would be a waste if someone else did it." Uncle San smiled and handed the fish to her.

A woman looked sharp, "Third Master, you washed your hair too? You and Qingci... Oh my, our Third Master is such a man!"