——Poor Brother Luo, please forgive him, Brother Luo's Wife, it's midsummer, and he's kneeling on durians. Brother Luo's skin is getting tan and he's not handsome anymore...
——Brother Luo's Wife, Brother Luo knows he's wrong, forgive him this once.
——Yes, Brother Luo's Wife, it's Brother Luo being a scoundrel. If he does wrong next time, we'll help you break his dog leg, okay?
——Brother Luo's Wife, let Brother Luo into the house, his hair is almost smoking from the sun...
All the calls of Brother Luo's Wife made Zhuang Xuejun's face flush with embarrassment.
What are these people saying?
This calling is too... that, isn't it?
She glanced at the man in the live stream, kneeling straight, always staring in the direction of the door, as if waiting for her to come out.
Looking at the durian under his knees, Zhuang Xuejun lamented. What a waste, Baby loves eating durian, it'd be better to give it to her to eat.
