"If only there were two more big fireworks!" Rong Qingqing secretly thought, fireworks are even grander than firecrackers, "The housekeeper is resting, don't disturb him, let Seventh Uncle go and get them!"
Shen Qiao nodded in agreement to add two more fireworks, then turned his head to look at Shen Jue.
She was young after all, if Shen Jue didn't agree, she wouldn't dare to do it.
"If anyone asks, just say I woke up feeling much more energetic, so I'm setting off firecrackers and fireworks to fend off bad luck." Rong Qingqing finished speaking and looked at Shen Jue, reaching out to push Shen Jue's arm, asking him, "Okay?"
Shen Jue lowered his head, his gaze landing on the hand Rong Qingqing used to push him.
Her skin was very fair, her fingers long and particularly beautiful.
Shen Jue, for the first time growing up, met someone who could concoct such mischievous plans.
Both mischievous and sharp.
But mischievous in a way that made one's heart feel satisfied.
