"I'm sorry, Third Uncle. I'll do my job well once I calm down." Shan You, who was in a state of anxiety, quickly apologized to Han Yichen.
"I'll give you one more chance to speak properly."
Han Yichen raised the corners of his lips, narrowed his narrow and charming almond-shaped eyes, and looked at Shan You with a smile, which made the other person feel uneasy.
"I'm sorry, Third Master! I'll do my best once I calm down."
Shan You looked at his master's charming and enchanting third husband and swallowed his saliva. He was handsome, but his moods were so unpredictable and his temper was really scary.
"Hmph! You're smart."
Han Yichen snorted coldly, tilted his head to the side and raised it slightly. He didn't like the name "Third Uncle" at all.
That arrogant look made Shan You inexplicably think of the rooster in the chicken coop in the front yard, holding its neck high and crowing "cock-a-doodle-doo".
"Snap!"
Mu Lige was brewing tea in the backyard living room when she accidentally dropped the teapot in her hand. The teapot immediately shattered into pieces, and the scalding tea immediately spilled onto the ground.
"Brother, are you okay?" Seeing this, Yu Xiaotian hurried forward to check if Mu Lige was injured or burned.
"Fourth brother, don't be nervous, I'm fine." Mu Lige tried to comfort Yu Xiaotian, but his heart was not at peace at all.
Mu Lige's right eye has been twitching since he finished lunch. He inexplicably wondered if something had happened to his little wife.
But now he was far away in the capital, and he was powerless to do anything. Mu Lige could only secretly regret that he had not followed his young wife to the capital.
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