Seeing Jiang Yexun come out of the house carrying a quilt, placing it on a small spot, and then letting Su Xiaoxiao sit on it, Luo Shanzhu instinctively frowned. Although he found Su Xiaoxiao hard to please, he couldn't give up on such a beautiful and wealthy wife. But the usually proud Jiang Yexun was now being humble and considerate. Besides his soon-to-be urban status, what other advantage did he have?
In the eyes of people from Shanghai, city folk from small northeastern cities were no different from villagers, right? The more Luo Shanzhu thought about it, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but show a bit of resentment in his gaze towards Jiang Yexun. However, no one noticed Luo Shanzhu's mood.
Su Xiaoxiao, wrapped in the quilt, waved to Aunt Guo, "Auntie, come snuggle in the quilt with me. We can lean on each other and take a nap on the way to the city."
Originally wanting to refuse, Aunt Guo couldn't help but smile and sit in when she heard this.