925 spit saliva into the cup

Li Rong'er looked at Xiao Yishan with an expression of deep emotion. "Brother Xiao..."

"You two are nothing but shameless hounds, don't put on a show of deep affection in front of me, it's disgusting," Tao Meijiao had no inclination to be polite.

Li Rong'er felt angry inside, but since her adversary was a young lady of high status and she came from a humble background, she dared not confront her directly.

Su Qingyue read the facial expression of her second brother and knew that his emotions were complex. When he was in a good mood, he could be very kind, but when he was confused, he would be a complete mess.

Moreover, speaking of which, even if her second brother was wrong, she had clearly rejected him first.

That was that, then.

Tao Meijiao thought about Xiao Yishan dividing up so many fields and felt distressed for Qingyue, "Xiao Yue, Xiao Yishan took more than 500 taels from you, which is not a small sum..."