Muwan held her soy milk and nodded, "I think so too."
"It's both tiring and troublesome," Gu Jiangnian said nonchalantly.
And the two, in great unison and with an implicit understanding, retorted, "What do you know?"
Gu Jiangnian:....
For a moment, Gu Jiangnian thought that he must have a son in the future. If he had a daughter, he feared he would die young.
With three women ganging up on him, he didn't think he'd have any good days left.
No, no.
Gu Jiangnian thought.
Life is long. He cannot die young.
If he died young, wouldn't that just make the little shrew's wish come true?
Dream on!
Jiang Muwan and Yu Se's personalities clicked perfectly, both seemingly cool and aloof but with tempers as foul as a cesspit.
On the surface, they appeared like fairies, but once angered, they could curse up a storm.
In the morning, when they set out, Jiang Muwan called for Banxia.
But Gu Jiangnian insisted on driving them to work.
For a time, there was a standoff.
