Chapter 479 Chronic Poisons

"Till death do us apart." This was what was in her mind, so she blurted it out. "Me too."

"Hahaha..." Zed Smith smiled immediately.

"Shut up. Don't laugh. Is it funny?"

"Hahaha..."

Freda spoke: "... Can I change my husband?"

The result of the competition came out, and Freda won the fifth prize. It was a delicate little bear doll, and its fur was very soft.

"Well, that's not bad. Although I like the reward for a second place very much, I'm not lucky enough to get it." Freda fumbled for the doll.

"It's okay. You are a foreigner. If you win, they will lose face."

Hearing what Zed Smith said, Freda glared at him.

"Well, forget it. I can make money or practice medicine. I'm not good at delicate work."

All of a sudden, it occurred to Freda that Charles Hand looked strange in the exhibition hall.

"Hey, why does Charles Hand look strange when he mentioned taking part in the lantern contest?" Freda asked curiously.

Zed Smith said, "Because of this guy, he failed a person."