After hearing about what had happened from Song Yuanhuan, Xu Xiuxiu felt a deep sense of disgust towards Wang Qinghua for instigating Niuniu to steal on her behalf. What a piece of work this woman was, teaching her daughter to steal for her. What on earth was she thinking?
But after finding out that Wang Qinghua was two months pregnant, Xu Xiuxiu couldn't help but click her tongue in wonder again. It was true that ugly behaviors tend to be oddly prolific—a perfect example of calamities that last for a thousand years. Creating havoc time and again, yet each time, things would twist and turn favorably. It was undeniable; Wang Qinghua was indeed a lucky person.
"I have prepared another set of New Year's money for Cheng Guang," Song Yuanhuan said as he arranged the bedding under the dim light, not looking at Xu Xiuxiu, as if he was afraid she would be unhappy.
