"Suit yourselves," Gu Zhihan shrugged.
Anyway, he had said all he needed to say, and whether they weeded the grass or not was no longer his concern.
So, while Gu Zhihan and the other students' plastic bags were almost full of weeds, Mengmeng and her friends were still dilly-dallying on the grass.
Oh... to be precise, it was Tong Mo and Lu Zichen who were slacking off.
As for Mengmeng, she was bustling around next to Gu Zhihan, helping him with the weeding, unable to bear seeing him work so hard alone.
Every time the little girl scooped out a handful of grass, she would lift her head and hand it to him like a precious treasure, "Hubby, for you!!!"
Although she was holding a bunch of fresh weeds in her hands, her expression shone brilliantly, as if she was not handing him weeds but diamonds.
Gu Zhihan was slightly speechless for a moment, but still took it and stuffed it in the bag, "Thanks."
After all, one should not waste free labor when it comes knocking…