“Did she really say that…” the man suddenly squatted down with his hand covering his face. ‘I’m not lazy, I just… without her, I don’t know what I would do..”
In addition to a shovel, he also took a hoe and a rake. Obviously… he did not want to work alone. He still hoped that the Taoist master, Xie Qiao, would work with him.
He was really lazy. He wished she would help him.
She was even casually buried under the pomegranate tree. She could not help but feel resentful.
Thinking of her life, she felt that she had been ruined by this man.
“Half a year,” the man said with red eyes.
“Then… has the death been recorded in the official files?* Jiang Jinlu asked again.
