Qiao Qiqi

Mum ran away, dad's crippled, and I'm about to be sold to a brothel.
Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you've taken from me, regurgitate it.
If you've seized what's mine, return it.
All scumbags, clear off.
A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: "My lady, if you're this fiery and domineering at night, your husband..."
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: "My dear, come warm the bed~"

Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

"Yes, yes, I trust you, Uncle Four. But please be more cautious. After all, there are still 600 taels to pay back."


"It's not about the silver!" Qiao Changkang emphasized again. "I came here to ask for your forgiveness. The clues are secondary."


"I trust you, Uncle Four. It's late. You should go home." Qiao Xiaomai raised her arm and pointed to the entrance of the courtyard.


"Ah, I'll go back now. But these coming days, don't reveal anything. Wait until we find concrete evidence, then we'll catch the thief red-handed." Qiao Changkang stood up.


"Alright." Qiao Xiaomai said politely, seeing Qiao Changkang out.


After relocking the courtyard door and turning around, Tong Sanlang emerged from the storage shed.


She said, "I intend on letting them fight each other."


It would be best if they ended up hurting each other. She treated the silver she'd thrown into this mess as the price of admission to a show.


Chapter 298: Holding Hands