Watching Zhang Cuifang's demeanor, a playful smile appeared on Liu Ergou's face.
"Auntie Zhang, I only mentioned the cornfield. Why are you so flustered?" he asked. "Why are you explaining so much? Since nothing happened in the cornfield, you don't need to explain anything to me, right?"
As soon as he said this, a fine layer of cold sweat beaded on Zhang Cuifang's forehead.
Seeing this, Liu Ergou didn't beat around the bush. He took the cellphone he had picked up from the old bachelor out from his shirt.
While stroking the phone, Liu Ergou said, "Tsk, Auntie, are you telling me there's really no room for discussion about Xiao Rou's situation? What kind of person is that Er Lu? We both know full well. It's no exaggeration to say you watched him grow up. Letting Xiao Rou marry him would be like pushing her into a pit of fire!"
