Zhao Yaxin wanted to punch someone for the first time.
Su Lin said helplessly, "Sister-in-law, I really don't know how to explain, I just felt like I could do it, so I did."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yaxin's expression grew even colder. She sheathed her knife and stood up:
"We've rested enough. It's time to go."
As she turned, her red lips involuntarily pouted, an expression uncannily similar to her daughter Su Yingying's when she was aggrieved.
Unfortunately, Su Lin missed this rare display of cuteness from his usually icy sister-in-law.
Su Lin stood up with a bitter smile.
This scene was so similar to the other day when he tried to guide Su Tongxi, except Su Tongxi responded with a pitiful look that said, "If you say one more word, I'll cry."
Su Lin packed up his things, feeling physically almost fully recovered.
By now, Zhao Yaxin had silently hoisted the nearly two hundred pounds of cloth-wrapped dog meat onto her back.
Su Lin saw this and shook his head with a smile.
