Wang Yuyan wasn't having it, and immediately leaned over to tug at Murong Qingqing's soft hand, pleading: "I want to hear it, even if it's not something nice, I still want to hear it. I won't be angry with the village chief."
"Really?"
"Really!"
"Then I'll say it, the village chief said that even if it's a sow in the Mountain Village, if he says no, no one else has the right to ask for it. So..."
"So... so my treatment is the same as a sow in the Mountain Village?"
"Actually, it's not, don't misunderstand. I think the sow the village chief mentioned might be referring to you."
Wang Yuyan widened her eyes, annoyed and angrily glaring at the laughing Murong Qingqing. Trying to maintain her composure but unable to endure it, she let out a low cry and pounced on Murong Qingqing, "Alright, Sister Qingqing, you're teasing me."
The two women immediately broke into a playful scuffle, tickling each other, a scene of pure joy.
