"Mom, what do you want to tell him that I can't listen to?" Ji Rou, like many people, has a gossip heart, the more she is kept from knowing, the more she wants to know.

Ji's mother leaned into his ear and whispered: "I'll warn him, if he dares to betray my daughter in the future, I will kill him."

"Mom, you should have done this a long time ago. Let me tell you, men are cheap, so you can't just treat him well." Ji Rou found Qin Yinze's eyes on her face, and hurriedly changed the subject, "Mom, you go Talk slowly in the living room, and leave these tasks to me, and I will definitely be able to do them well."