The over-modest head of the house started to sigh again. He actually didn't want to. Looking at the two young men in front of him who started to quarrel again, he felt helpless. I don't know what happened to these two children. When they were young, they played the marriage game and kept yelling at the madam and the master. When they grew up, they started to quarrel non-stop as soon as they met and they were enemies for eight generations. Look, it started again!
"I'm sorry. I was the one who set my sights on the land in the south of the city first. You'd better call me out!"
The one who regretted being replaced was the overly modest son, who was standing in the middle of the hall with a proud look on his face:
"I just won't hand it over, what can you do? Bite me... Ah! Are you really biting me? You crazy bitch, please let me go!"
He didn't expect that the other party would really regret the bite. Because of the pain, his face quickly turned red, and he screamed, shouting and waving his bitten left arm. However, the petite girl hanging on his arm did not let go at all. She just swayed back and forth in response to the regretful waving motion, and kept uttering unclear words in her mouth:
"You'd better give me the spicy land in the south of the city!"
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What should I do? The father sighed and looked at his wife, who was sitting on the side looking at him with the same frown on her face. The same question flashed in their eyes:
"Master (Madam), can we have grandchildren in our lifetime?"