"Later, you go pick up our son."
Finally, relief washed over him.
Zhang Zhongquan immediately put on airs.
"I'll go."
Mai Encui said straightforwardly, without a hint of hesitation. A woman to spend your days with should be like this, so simple and pure.
Zhang Zhongquan leisurely speared a piece of watermelon before speaking slowly.
"Over the years, you really have been through a lot, so this money..."
"Is it really ours?!"
Mai Encui, hearing the implications, eagerly interrupted.
Zhang Zhongquan nodded, involuntarily raising his chin, unable to contain his smugness, "Of course, it's ours."
Mai Encui was overjoyed, plopping down beside him. Moments ago, there were harsh words, but now they snuggled closely as she clung to her husband's arm.
"I knew it, I didn't marry the wrong person!"
Zhang Zhongquan smiled faintly, gesturing toward the plate of cut durians, "Try it, I bought it for you."
"You're the best, hubby!"
