A few years ago, the clothes were obviously too small, the sleeves were short, the waist was tight, and it didn't fit well. Song Tingfan changed into the slightly wet clothes.
As he just got down the attic, he heard a familiar voice.
"Widow Song, I'm soaking wet, can't you feel sorry for me a bit?"
He walked down a few more steps and saw the man drenched like a wet chicken, it was Niu Er.
Lin Qiao couldn't be bothered to deal with Niu Er. "Go grab a cloth yourself, stop yelling here, or get out if you keep it up."
"You fierce woman, besides me, who else would marry you? Yet you refuse me. Hmph, don't come crying to me later."
Niu Er wasn't angry at all; instead, he happily went to get a cloth. When he looked up, he saw a tall and handsome man coming down from the attic.
The crisis momentarily reached his throat, and he barked sharply, "Who are you? Why are you coming out of my fiancée's room? Believe it or not, I'll beat you up."
