"See, your husband doesn't care about you at all. Look, I only hit him once. It means that he isn't distracted by your disappearance!"

Lin Mengya and Qinghu, in disguise, were sitting in a tea stall by the road, watching the carriages, where the mesdames were in, moving forward like ordinary onlookers while whispering.

Qinghu was juggling two cooked taros. He had given Long Tianyu a hint by throwing a raw taro at him as Lin Mengya told him.

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