The two of them felt as if they had been electrocuted. They pulled their hands back in panic, their bodies stiffened, and their eyes wandered, not daring to look at each other.

Song Guoliang coughed lightly, suppressing his violently beating heart, "Hurry up, I'll mark it for you first."

"Okay~"

Hearing her own delicate response, Du Xiaoying was so panicked that she almost bit her tongue and spat at herself fiercely.

Bah, that was definitely not her just now!

She must be hallucinating!

Glancing at the man next to me who still had that cold, expressionless face, I breathed a sigh of relief, at least he didn't hear it.

When Du Xiaoying thought about their current state, it was just like when they first got married, and her face couldn't help but get hot again.

Song Guoliang took in all of his wife's cute movements. He pretended to be calm and pursed his lips to control the upturned corners of his lips. Only his smiling black eyes showed that the man was in a good mood at the moment.

......

"Mom and Dad, boss, what I said is true. I really saw with my own eyes that woman took a piece of cloth. It looked like a lot." Liu Lanhua's eyes turned red with jealousy.

"I think Du Xiaoying must have known I'd discovered her, so she threw cow dung at me, sending me tumbling down the hillside, hoping to silence me!"

Old Man Song glanced at his eldest daughter-in-law, said nothing, and puffed on his pipe.

Old Lady Song glared with her triangular eyes, "Well, that bitch is spending my son's money. I haven't made new clothes in years!"

Liu Lanhua, "That's right, mother. Why do those money-losing people have to wear new clothes? New clothes should belong to our boys!"

Old Lady Song slapped her thigh and said, "No! I'm going to Lao Gao Manor again, and this time I'm going to ask Mrs. Huang to come out!"