Four people rode the carriage back, Xiaoxiao and Yang Ming returned to their own room. Apart from Han Yongsheng who was surprised, Yang Ming was equally astonished, "Wife, you know how to farm fish?"
Xiaoxiao chuckled at Yang Ming's question, he really believed everything she said, "I don't know a damn thing about it!"
Yang Ming frowned, they'd been played by their wife's little tricks, "Wife, can't you be a bit more elegant in your choice of words?"
Seeing Yang Ming's petty look, Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, "Alright, to be elegant, I don't know how to farm fish."
"So what tricks were you just playing? Huh?" Yang Ming said, his hands getting restless again as he wrapped his arms around his wife from behind. He really felt inferior to his wife's cleverness, but far from disliking it, he found it very endearing.
Xiaoxiao turned around, wrapped her arms around Yang Ming, and nuzzled her head against his chest, "Who told him to treat us like fools first? I had to shake him up a bit."
