"I will never let you harm Xuewu!" Zhang Meilan stared at Qin Long, her expression grim.
Qin Long just looked unconcerned. He'd been helpless before. For three years, his feigned foolishness had been a burden on Tang Xuewu. Now, he was too busy protecting and cherishing her to even consider hurting such a kind girl.
"I told you, Qin Long would never do something like that," Tang Xuewu said, giving Zhang Meilan a sidelong glance.
"Oh," Zhang Meilan waved a dismissive hand. "Xuewu, go make the sturgeon soup."
As Tang Xuewu was helping Qin Long toward the kitchen, Zhang Meilan suddenly called out, "Stop!"
She twisted around and grabbed Tang De by the ear.
"Zhang Meilan, let go! OUCH!"
"Today, your father will show you all his skills."
Tang Xuewu quickly put away the home purchase agreement.
Tang Xuewu and Qin Long burst out laughing.
