Lu Jiahe never imagined that his useless wife would one day be able to earn a salary in the county town. A look of surprise flashed across his face, but with a roll of his eyeballs, he immediately put on a smile.
"Xianglan, when did this happen? How come you didn't tell me, I had no idea, haha, our family's days can finally prosper."
Wu Xianglan patted her sleeves and, looking down, didn't say a word.
Lu Jiahe was somewhat annoyed by her demeanor. In the past, she was always clinging to him; now, she'd just gotten a job and began to act high and mighty in front of him—damn woman.
"Hehe, Xianglan, you just focus on your job. If you don't want to do the housework, then don't. I'm here; you don't have to worry about Yong Qiang and Yong Li. We have someone at home to help you keep an eye on them, you won't have to worry at all."
