"He is lucky to have found a wife like you, must have accumulated blessings over eight lifetimes."
"It's all because of that bull."
The words of Niu You were like this, but her expression carried a smile, clearly joking.
She too was fortunate to have married Niu Er, blessed over eight lifetimes.
After all, finding a man who would listen to her at home was near impossible.
Lin Qiao couldn't hold back and laughed out loud. She glanced at the man beside her with lowered eyebrows, unsure of his thoughts.
His drinking capacity has improved; a few bowls of liquor in, yet no blush, no heartbeat skipping.
Soon, someone faced the reality when entering the courtyard, and Song Tingfan headed straight for the house, even ignoring Li Guifen's call for dinner.
Li Guifen came over with bowls and chopsticks, speaking softly, "Did you fight with Tingfan again? Why are you hanging your head?"
Lin Qiao probably knew something, couldn't help chuckling, "Maybe he's drunk."
