Hearing this, Yang Ming turned to look at his wife, who was still curling up her small body, pursed her lips, and then continued to sleep.
This little action made Yang Ming not know whether to laugh or cry. Their lives were almost lost, yet his wife was still thinking about those three hundred taels of silver.
Yang Ming adjusted the quilt for his wife again, saying indulgently, "Don't worry, your three hundred taels are still there, they won't get lost."
It seemed Xiaoxiao heard Yang Ming's words and murmured, "En."
And then she continued to sleep.
Yang Ming had a smile on his face and as he got up, he noticed Old An was still there. He said somewhat awkwardly, "My wife was just talking in her sleep."
Old An also laughed, saying, "The child must be exhausted, let her sleep here. You go wash up."
