Blacksmith Luo put the things on the carriage, still laughing and waving to Yang Ruoqing.

"I'll go and come back quickly. Don't worry. Uncle, I'm not a child. I can see some things clearly. Ha, let's go!"

"Well, uncle, go ahead. Slow down on the road. Safety comes first!"

Yang Ruoqing warned.

Blacksmith Luo walked forward, and Sun asked Yang Huazhong: "Have you told Brother Luo?"

"I said it!" Yang Huazhong said.

"Then what did he say?" said Sun.

Yang Huazhong scratched his head: "What else can I say? It's the same thing as what I said just now, without changing a single word."

Sun frowned: "Why do I feel that he is perfunctory with us?"

Yang Ruoqing also withdrew her gaze, and the smile on her face disappeared: "Uncle Luo seems to have not listened to my father's reminder. Now, he is afraid that he has dived in head first and can't even listen to what is said next to him."

Mrs. Sun sighed: "If you talk too much, you might even annoy him..."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Just wait and see!"

Blacksmith Luo has reached middle age, and his excitement is no less than the impulse and craziness he felt when he first fell in love as a teenager.

It's better to block this kind of thing than to block it.
Chapter completed!