Meng Yao: I didn't expect you to be like this, Zhao Xiaohua.
After Zhao Xiaoshu left with the medical book, Zhao Xiaohua was still mumbling to herself.
Turning over and over, Han Muchi has a poor brain, his painting is so bad, yet he dares to show off.
Girl, is he really showing off? Clearly, it's borrowing painting to express affection.
The Han Family.
Madam Han looked angrily at her son, who had always been her pride since childhood.
He was so glorious once, now he is so downcast.
Is it worth it? Just for a wild village girl, who hasn't even matured.
"Achi, you have disappointed your mother so much." Madam Han clutched her chest, "Were my words not clear enough yesterday? Yes, Zhao Xiaohua saved you. But don't forget, it was someone else who fished you out of the water. Zhao Xiaohua just happened to know this first aid method, that's why she saved you. Pay the silver, and it's settled; why do you eagerly throw your dignity at her feet, are you trying to anger me to death?"
