"What a shame, my wife is very young. It would be better if she were eighty or ninety," Qi Yuan said casually.
In that case, he could live off his wife.
He even thought that by attending a banquet in a few days, he could inherit a lot of wealth.
Zhi Shuang's eyes flashed with a cold light, but she said nothing. To her, such bizarre comments from the two people before her were not surprising.
"Ahh! How dare you bully my sister and make her wear a green hat, you're looking for death!"
A loud cursing came from the courtyard. A slender young man appeared, with lips red and teeth white, looking as handsome as Pan An.
He was holding a giant log, rushing out aggressively to hit someone.
"Young master, no, don't!" A group of servants and maids followed behind, anxious.
"Be careful, don't hit yourself!"
The handsome young man, holding the giant log, had a face flushed with anger as he glared at Qi Yuan.
"Don't talk nonsense," Qi Yuan looked at Shen Lingfeng and said calmly.