A lot, a lot, how much?
Zhou Jiao didn't care, as long as her sons were well and by her side.
A week later, Zhang Guoqing also made a grand return.
Of course, he also brought back those countless broken stones, which reportedly filled up a warehouse at the old house over there.
However, at this moment, Zhou Jiao was unconcerned with these external matters; her eyes were fixed on Zhang Guoqing, who had slimmed down considerably and whom she worried deeply about.
"Oh my, dear wife, why cry? Your man is back safe and sound." Zhang Guoqing hurriedly hugged her and headed upstairs to prevent her from being embarrassed later.
Being different in front of her love and children, Zhou Jiao wiped away her tears and went on, "Brother, why didn't you write letters, and even threatened me not to look for you? Do you have another woman out there?"
Zhang Guoqing, hearing this, couldn't help but laugh while wiping away her tears, tapping her nose, "With our sons here, would I dare?"
