The three of them, although not understanding the totality of the matter, still guaranteed to take this secret to their graves and never speak of it outside.
At this moment, Yan Xiaohu's eyes were gleaming green as he stared at the two storage bags in Zhou Qing's hands.
He didn't want them; he was just curious.
As he moved closer, Cao Zhengyang came in and drove everyone else out.
With a wave of his hand, a layer of sound insulation restriction appeared.
Seeing Zhou Qing's confused expression, Cao Zhengyang sighed and said, "I know this Lady Li, though we only met by chance many years ago."
As Cao Zhengyang slowly recounted the story, Zhou Qing gradually began to understand.
A few years ago, while out traveling—on the occasion he took Lu Yaoyao as his disciple—he was passing through a mountain range when he was chased by Lady Li, who was already heavily pregnant at the time.
Of course, it was all a misunderstanding; she mistook Cao Zhengyang for her husband.
