Wei Dazhi glanced at his wife, who had just said she wanted to go for a walk and was now excitedly standing in the main room.
"Aren't we going out for a walk?" Wei Dazhi knew his wife definitely wouldn't want to go out; she wouldn't miss any drama.
Zhang Yu made a sound, "Of course we're not going for a walk." She thought for a moment, "I'll walk in place."
Exercise is necessary, and of course so is watching the drama.
Wei He was busy cooking dinner while eavesdropping on the commotion in Wei Jiang's room.
Helpless Feng Xia could only take out the bankbook; she knew that even if she didn't take it out, Wei Jiang was already suspicious.
Thinking of the money in the bankbook, Feng Xia kept spitting; she knew she gave too much to her family this time, but there was no choice. Her brother's marriage was a big problem, and her job couldn't help him. That side had said if there's no job, just buy one.
