Jiang Yichun walked over with an embarrassed smile, "My lady, are you tired? Shall I fetch some water for you to rinse and wash?"
"No need for you, I'm not short of water," Bai Ruozhu said grumpily. How comfortable it was to soak in the Spatial Hot Spring; why would she need his little bit of water to wash?
"I can give you a massage," he said, shamelessly.
"Not necessary!" she said coldly, "I just gave face to mother and son, don't think you can muddle through like this."
"Then I'll go kill that dancing girl and then abolish Sun Zhou." Jiang Yichun gritted his teeth. Thinking of that dog officer made him angry. If it wasn't for Sun Zhou, would he be this miserable?
Bai Ruozhu rolled her eyes at him, "Whatever you mess with has nothing to do with me."
After she spoke, she turned and went into the room, and Jiang Yichun hurriedly followed, "Then tell me how not to be angry? How to forgive me."
