"Hehe." Nangong Jue laughed dryly. "I think so."
Le Yao raised her eyebrows slightly, and her eyes became dangerous.
"So, do you think we should remarry? This way, even if they hate you and envy you, at least you won't lose out. Otherwise, if they're still like this even after you divorced me, won't you be too… Aiyo!"
After Le Yao kicked Nangong Jue, she snorted. "In your dreams." Then, she turned around and entered her house.
"Han Binglan, my toe is broken…" Nangong Jue hugged a foot and jumped. "Let me tell you, if I'm disabled, you have to serve me…"
Not far away, Hei Ying covered his eyes and turned around. He really couldn't bear to watch.
"Is that so?" Le Yao walked back with a smile on her lips. "Then I have to check. Just as you said, I won't suffer a loss. It's fine if it's really broken. If it's not, I'll just break it." As she spoke, she took out the hand behind her back and held a small shovel that Han Baozhu used to shovel the soil.
