"Mother?" Tu Ya looked at Tuoya with confusion. Why did her mother look so strange?
Coming to her senses, Tuoya responded. Seeing this, Tu Ya immediately became excited as if injected with chicken blood, "Mother, it's that man, you saw him, right? I really like him, so much! Would you help me, please? In our Kechar tribe, there are many good men. I'll just give her all I have in my tent, and we can exchange, can't we?"
Before returning to the tribe, because Flay Dong was both her benefactor and her protector, and she was also wary of his Innate Divine Strength, she had restrained her own minor scheming. Yet Tu Ya hadn't given up, even knowing that the couple was officially wed; the truth was, she had really taken a liking to Liang Haoming.
Fancying someone doesn't require a reason; a glance is enough. And Tu Ya had never found a man so pleasing to her eyes before, really wanting to take this man into her tent.
"Shut up!"
