"Those fruits aren't for you. You handle things in the village, so surely you should take some fruits back." After all, it's a matter of asking for favors.
They were prepared for those people, and Feng Liya had no good attitude, "They don't care for such trivial things at all."
Despite Feng Liya's persuasion, those people didn't care for these things, but Zhang Tao said, since they were already bought, he would give them anyway.
"Right, about the lunch invitation..." Zhang Tao was just about to leave when he thought of something and spoke to Feng Liya, who was ready to drive.
"I know, don't worry, I know what to do." Feng Liya really didn't want to hear her husband's endless chattering.
Zhang Yu could sense Zhang Tao's various worried expressions through the rearview mirror.
"Your dad is still the same, always worried that I won't do this thing well or that thing well."
"I'm not that stupid, alright." Feng Liya carefully drove, complaining discontentedly.
