"You... what are you laughing at, be serious, hmph!"
Little Qian'er wanted to tiptoe and bite Zhao Rong's big nose, but she held back due to the crowd nearby, her tone fierce at the moment.
Zhao Rong nodded, speaking in a measured and deliberate manner:
"First, you're not a maid, you're the second wife, you silly girl."
He shook his head, his tone serious.
"Second, when you took little Uncle Bai out shopping last night, she and I were in the main house, on the bed we both sleep on, and we didn't do any of that stuff you're thinking about."
Little Qian'er couldn't help but say, "Then what were you two doing? She's such a vixen, she wouldn't just chat with you, would she? And when I came in, the bed was all messy, and you still say you didn't roll in the sheets..."
Zhao Rong pondered for a moment, nodding and then shaking his head.
