Lao Gong is a crybaby

"Come on, do you know how difficult it is for a man to find a wife now? Without a suite, people don't even think about it. Traveling is impossible."

Sang Yue turned her head and said disdainfully: "What does it matter to me if he asks for a wife? I don't care if I earn the house myself."

Li Haoyang sighed for Sang Ran, "Then he might not be able to get a wife."

"Come on, who do you think my son is? Can he be the same as you? No man in the world can't get a wife, and he won't."

"Yes, yes, your son is the most powerful." As the proprietress, he has always been like this. She can say whatever she wants to say about Sang Ran. If someone else says something to him, she will be impatient, and she will not say anything in front of Sang Ran. But the baby is incredible.

"Isn't it? You have time to worry about others, so you might as well worry about yourself."

"Hey, I'm a Buddhist, let's go with fate, it doesn't matter if I'm single for the rest of my life, isn't there a sister who is single with me?"

Sang Yue sneered, "I'll go on a blind date tomorrow, you can be single."

Li Haoyang became anxious, "Don't, sister, you can't abandon your comrades."

"You were urging me just now, why did it change now?" Sang Yue took a rag to the kitchen to clean, and Li Haoyang grabbed an apple and followed.

When Sang Yue turned on the faucet, she took the apples together to clean them first.

"I'm just suggesting, I'm not urging you, take your time, and let me check it out for you."

"Then I really thank you." Sang Yue snatched the apple from his hand, rubbed it, put it in her mouth and took a bite, "Sweet! Wash the rag."

Li Haoyang looked at his empty palm, grabbed the rag beside him, he couldn't laugh or cry, and followed the proprietress' instructions honestly.