"Lower your voice, do you still want my help in scheming?"
Having heard Fu Yisheng's words, Song Xiuluan immediately lowered his voice, continuing to drape his arm around Yisheng's shoulder, looking like best buddies, "Of course I do! I've come to realize that among all the brothers, you are the most cunning and best understand people's hearts!"
Fu Yisheng hummed twice.
Song Xiuluan corrected himself, "I mean smart, you're the smartest!"
Fu Yisheng looked at his watch, "We need Qingqing's help for this matter, she should be awake by now."
Heaven knows, he felt a bit sorry to let Song Xiuluan continue down the wrong path, so he decided to let his wife take charge personally.
He walked upstairs, entered the bedroom, and indeed saw Lu Qingqing sitting on the bed rubbing her eyes.
Her curly hair was fluffy, her gaze foggy, her lips like smoothed pearls, her nightgown half-concealed—indescribably enchanting and seductive.
