"I...this..." The village chief suddenly slapped his thigh, "Don't worry, it's definitely ready."
Yang Ruxin nodded, then felt a bit tired and started to walk back. Recently, her legs and feet had been somewhat swollen, and walking too much was unbearable.
In a certain corner, a malicious gaze fell on Yang Ruxin's back.
Yang Ruxin sensed it and turned her head.
Guan Qingyue hurriedly shrank back, her heart pounding with fear. That woman was too eerie. She could sense it from such a distance?
Yang Ruxin sighed inwardly. Some people have good days ahead, but they just want to stir trouble. She really didn't know what that girl wanted to put herself through before she'd stop.
Guan Qingyue was unwilling, but Wang Baozhu was imprisoned and lived the most degrading life at home. The previous plan to compete for Li Xiang couldn't be realized. As she watched their wedding date draw nearer, she felt utterly anxious.
