That afternoon, no rain fell. Xu Changqing got an earful on how to be a "delicate young lady." At first, she wanted to laugh, but soon she found she couldn't.
She was getting sleepy.
After all, not only had her brother gotten worked up over it, but even her cousin had been pulled into the rabbit hole, and the two of them were now deep in a discussion on how to be a delicate little wife.
'Who were they talking about?'
'It certainly wasn't her.'
Fortunately, neither of them was the type to sit still for long. Before Xu Changqing could let out another yawn, Bai Chenggang and Xu Sanhu exchanged a look.
An idea struck them.
To solve the problem, you have to go to the source.
Instead of wasting their breath trying to coach this dense "fake girl," the two of them might as well head out and get ready to ambush a certain someone.
