"Maybe Wanwan left so Aunt Qian was feeling sad. She told me that she was uncomfortable and already went back to her room." Li Qinghe didn't intend to help Mrs. Qian hide it at all. Even though Li Fu and Mrs. Qian might disagree after saying these things, she was not Zhao Wanwan.
Except when there was a lot of fielding work to be done, Zhao Wanwan usually stayed at home to do housework. Housework was indeed cumbersome, but she had no other choice but to perform it. Li Qinghe was different. Each day, she has to set up sheds in the wasteland. When the weather gets better, she will have to buy fish and chickens to raise. When she has little time, she has to wash the clothes or sew clothes. Additionally, she was now sewing Zhou Chengkang's clothes. She was extremely busy all day and had no time to do all the household chores.
Li Fu was surprised when he heard those words. He thought that Mrs. Qian had left to do something. He didn't expect that she would run to lay down. As he entered the room, his face sank.