He was almost stunned by her questions.
"Why wouldn't I go? That's women's work. What would it look like if I went? Are you afraid that Ya Molian won't suspect us? Are you upset about that?"
It was clearly something Beidou and Nangong Piao'er were used to doing. If he, a man, interfered, wouldn't he be afraid that Sui Zimo would suspect their motives? Could this woman be any more foolish?
"If I tell you to go, you go. What's with all the fuss? Go now!"
"Fine, I'll go. Are you happy now?"
Ban Yilu had no choice but to turn and walk towards the door.
But her face couldn't possibly look good, because she was going to work at Sui Zimo's house—it stunk to high heaven.
"Ban Yilu, fix your face!"
Ya Jinghong noticed her expression and immediately reached out to stop her.
"With that face, Beidou and Nangong Piao'er will give you a warm welcome, sure, and you think you'll be allowed into Ya Molian's house? Not a chance!"
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