Tea dripped down from the face of the Heir of Marquis Beining.
Words couldn't describe his face anymore.
This bandit maid's thought process was millions of miles from normal people.
To support their charcoal sales, they emptied their pockets and ended up eating noodles on the street. Not to mention almost getting beaten half to death for a loan note, and in the end, each owed five thousand taels—
Wasn't this just paying five thousand taels for a beating?
The Heir of Marquis Beining felt even more pain in his chest and back.
The four of them looked sympathetically at Xie Jingchen.
They fully understood now why he said he couldn't afford to eat at that noodle place.
Living with such a bandit wife and maid, they didn't doubt he'd even have to borrow to drink the northwest wind.
Xingxing was bewildered.
She noticed everyone had a strange expression.
Did she say something wrong?
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
Everyone was startled.
