Yang Ruyu shook her head, "Brother Laiwang, I haven't had a chance to drink this soup yet."
At this moment, Luo Qiaoqiao also returned, her face visibly a bit off.
"Look at you, woman, even a simple soup you can't keep clean." Ma Laiwang scolded Luo Qiaoqiao with a frown.
"How am I not clean? Who knows what happened?" Luo Qiaoqiao frowned, "I won't make it anymore." She turned and walked away.
"You woman, what's wrong with me saying a few words to you?"
Unfortunately, Luo Qiaoqiao was already far away.
"Brother Laiwang, don't be angry." Yang Ruyu hurriedly soothed Ma Laiwang, "Sister Qiaoqiao didn't mean it."
"Ah, what a temper." Ma Laiwang sighed, "If only she had your temper."
"Speaking of which, Brother Laiwang, I heard you almost became my uncle-in-law." Yang Ruyu glanced at Ma Laiwang, shy and timid.
"Don't mention it." Ma Laiwang waved his hand, "Your Yang Family didn't think highly of me."
