Yang Jiancheng listened, and was so angry that he didn't speak for a long time.
Feng Shumin was a little afraid her husband might get sick from anger: "Old man, are you okay? Don't scare me, alright?"
Yang Jiancheng threw the small trowel in his hand: "Is she tired of living a good life and wants to drag the whole family back to eating bark and grass?"
Seeing that her husband was fine, Feng Shumin finally relaxed: "She has no brains, probably still thinks she's so clever. Don't be mad, just do what needs to be done. Let's pack up, didn't you always want to visit Guo Liang?"
Yang Jiancheng thought for a bit and nodded: "Alright, you start packing, we'll call him after buying the tickets to let him know to pick us up."
Feng Shumin got up and went inside to pack, while Yang Jiancheng changed the soil for the pot of flowers in his hand and tidied up the courtyard before washing his hands.
