Gu Jiaojiao took the lead, stepping in front of Leng Yuan. After putting Wu Cuilan in her place, she shot him a look, signaling for him to hurry up and leave.
Leng Yuan had a look of fond exasperation.
'This woman of his always made his heart stir.'
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his deep eyes shone with a tender emotion.
But the completely oblivious Gu Jiaojiao didn't notice at all. She just pinched his waist, urging him to get a move on.
Leng Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Left with no choice, he did as his wife urged and pushed the flat-bed cart away.
It was then that Wu Cuilan finally realized what was happening.
Gu Jiaojiao hadn't been complimenting her—she'd been mocking her.
'If I could make a flat-bed cart myself, why would I have come asking Leng Yuan for help?'
"Gu Zhiqing, what do you mean by that?"
