225 Points of Good Luck

"Mu Feng, you are the head of the family. How can you wash clothes? Xiufang's belly isn't big yet. Why did she let you do these things? Alright, alright. I know you're a child who dotes on your wife. I'll help you wash up. Go eat by yourself. I specially made those dishes for you.

Sigh, marrying a wife is no different from not marrying at all. What's the use of marrying a wife?"

Lin Qin might have been chatting happily with Huang Zhiqiang when she arrived, but she had been asking Huang Zhiqiang about what he had learned after following Li Mufeng.

How was the business of Li Mufeng's store and stall?

Did he earn a lot of money?

Was Liu Xiufang going to help out in the shop?

In addition, Lin Qin's mind and heart had always been Liu Xiufang.| Trailed, betrayed her son, and the child in her stomach might not be her eldest son's child.