Shen Yijia had no idea at all. She happily leaned in front of Song Jingchen and asked, "Hubby, where should I set the next fire?"
Indeed, doing bad things was the best.
Song Jingchen said in amusement, "Those people won't be tricked again. There's no need to burn any more locations. Let's meet up with You Yi."
Since he was not allowed to touch Madam Ji, he could only hold Shen Yijia's hand.
"Oh, it's the story of the boy who cried wolf. I understand." Shen Yijia was carrying a person on her back, but she could still easily follow Song Jingchen.
Song Jingchen was puzzled. "The boy who cried wolf?"
"That's right. Don't you know?" Shen Yijia turned to look at him in surprise.
This was the first story Da Hua had told her. She remembered it clearly.
Song Jingchen shook his head.
There was actually something her beautiful husband did not know. Shen Yijia shook her head. "This story was about a little boy who herds sheep."
