Fang Qianyi sighed.
"It'll be fine from now on, I'll do the beating."
Fang Yunzheng said.
"You dare!"
Fang Qianyi glared and said, "If you dare hit my son, I'll divorce you!"
Fang Yunzheng's flattery landed on the horse's leg instead, so he could only quickly say, "Fine, I won't, I won't."
Fang Qianyi then asked happily, "You said if I plant trees, I really won't die? How about we plant a few Spirit Fruit Trees? Then when Archer and Meng'er come home, they can eat them fresh."
Fang Yunzheng took it all on himself: "What's so hard about that."
"Where are we getting the saplings?"
"Leave it to me!"
Fang Qianyi was satisfied: "You're still so considerate."
"Mm, better than Archer, right?"
"Of course, that brat pisses me off every day at home."
Fang Qianyi said coquettishly.
Right at that moment...
"When did I ever piss you off every day?" Fang Che landed on the ground, face full of displeasure.
"Wow, my son's back!"
