Gu Qingheng had a somewhat helpless expression. You claim to be my master's wife, but does my master know? Of course, he couldn't say that, and since his wife told him to agree, he would just agree.
The higher the skill, the easier it will be to handle things in the future.
Ming Guang immediately became happy, clamoring for roast chicken.
Yang Ruxin hurriedly had someone bring two roast chickens over.
Ming Guang ran off hugging the roast chickens, and no one knew where he went. However, he left a message that he would come at 11:00 PM to teach Gu Qingheng martial arts.
11:00 PM? Gu Qingheng's mouth twitched; isn't that the middle of the night? Don't they know disturbing someone's sleep is shameful?
Yang Ruxin couldn't help but laugh at Gu Qingheng's resentful look.
"You're still laughing." Gu Qingheng pouted.
