Yang Li received the order from Lu Hualiang early, that Xia Weibao would arrive tonight and he should come to greet her.
A haggard Yang Li looked at Xia Weibao as if he was seeing his own mother!
Young Madam, you're finally back. If you didn't return soon, I would have been tormented to death by that psycho Lu Huashan.
She's too damn ruthless!
She sends him poison, croton pills, fugu porridge every day, and finding a pair of scissors or a fruit knife in her bag is even more frequent than her taking out a lipstick!
It's nothing short of a miracle that he hasn't been done in yet!
Seeing Yang Li with Lu Hualiang's face, Xia Weibao genuinely felt uncomfortable.
This was her husband's face, after all. It was awkward.
Yang Li was almost overwhelmed, wanting to kneel and complain to Xia Weibao about how tough his days have been.
However, there were still a lot of people around.
In the eyes of everyone at Lu Garden, he was Lu Hualiang, and Xia Weibao was his wife.
