The little bastard was also furiously lapping at the water in its bowl.
Qingyue fetched some water to wash her face and wipe off the sweat from her body before entering the master bedroom. Seeing the cloth on the wheelchair still untouched, the three big men were standing by it, staring and completely clueless.
"What are you just looking at? Why aren't you unwrapping the cloth?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Wife, this wheelchair looks so expensive," Xiao Yuchuan chuckled sheepishly, "better you unwrap it."
"You country bumpkins." She said with a smile.
The expressions of the three brothers froze all at once, but she didn't mind it, "I'm also a country bumpkin. I had the same reaction as yours when I first saw the wheelchair. I grew used to it while coming back to the village from the town." That's odd though. She has only seen this kind of wooden wheelchair on television.