Those aunties were way too good at their job, and Huo Changzhou was so furious his face was contorted with rage.
He slammed his hand on the table. "Tell me," he growled, "what is she *really* doing at our farm?" She can't actually be here just to plant crops for disaster relief, can she?
'In this apocalypse, could someone so saintly actually exist?'
Huo Changzhou refused to believe it.
The woman at his side had been listening to him complain for half the night and was long past fed up.
'This idiot is completely useless. How can someone so impatient be entrusted with any real responsibility? If it weren't for his special status and the fact that he still has some use…'
The woman stubbed out her e-cigarette. When she looked up at the man, however, her expression was one of pure tenderness, her eyes betraying not a hint of her annoyance.
