Ding Jihan once again flaunted his shamelessness, squeezing onto the sofa and sitting down beside her.
"Wife, do you really have to be so heartless? We're husband and wife, after all, and we lived happily together for several decades."
Su Qiao shot him an annoyed look. "Don't bring that up with me."
"And stop rambling here. Hurry up and fix the faucet and dry the floor."
Hmph, he had broken it, so he could fix it himself!
Let's see if he dared use such underhanded tricks again.
Su Qiao had thought she had hidden it well enough that she would at least enjoy half a month of peace before he found her, but less than five days had passed.
"Oh."
Ding Jihan hurriedly got off the sofa and went to fix the faucet and mop the floor without complaint.
Yes, this was exactly how she had to teach him a lesson. Otherwise, if he went unpunished for three days, he would be climbing onto the roof and tearing the tiles off.
444 watched the show with great amusement. Especially when Ding Jihan finished fixing the faucet, picked up a mop and bucket, and, after mopping for a while, gave Su Qiao, who was sitting on the sofa flipping through a book at random, a resentful look. 444 nearly burst out laughing like a squealing pig.
He looked just like a wronged wife, didn't he?
Although Su Qiao could feel the resentful looks the man sent her from time to time, she did not even raise her head.
Su Qiao's little courtyard could no longer be kept secret. From then on, Ding Jihan went there whenever he had nothing else to do.
The courtyard was right behind the rental house, across an alley, so it was extremely close. Ding Jihan could