Zhao Rong forcefully patted his forehead.
The ladies at home always have new antics for him.
And they're never-ending.
However, after complaining, Zhao Rong obviously won't really go back to enforce the family law on little Qian'er; he still has to head south.
But before that...
Thinking of Xiaoxiao running wildly all over the mountains last night, and her sadness upon seeing the grave, Zhao Rong's mouth twitched with deep affection.
He took a deep breath, quickly stepped forward and said:
"She's Su Xiaoxiao, she's... she's my wife, where is she now?"
"Oh, is she also the young master's wife... Don't worry, this Xiaoxiao girl didn't run far. After I pretended to leave the young master's fake grave, she returned crying and sneezing, hugging the tombstone and howling..."
"......"
Silence for a moment.
"Thank you! Thank you very much!" Zhao Rong gave a heavy thanks, ignored the protest from a certain Sword Spirit within his Heart Lake, then turned and ran off.
