Dong Huiying was suddenly stupefied. With a dazed expression, she nodded emphatically, "Okay!" Without another word, she rolled up her sleeves and walked outside. "Wife, Wife—" Liang Haoming followed her. She stopped, turned around, and glanced at Liu Yi, who had a smirk on her face. Then, she looked at Liang Haoming soothingly, "The sun is too strong outside. You stay here obediently and wait for me." "No." He wanted to follow; there were too many cacti outside. Suddenly, she tiptoed and whispered something in Haoming’s ear. Haoming blinked, and then, keeping a poker face, his ears secretly turned red. He refused to budge, not even when his wife tried to bribe him. But at that moment, Liu Yi sipped her rough tea and suddenly pointed at the broom in the corner, "I see the dust in the yard is not yet swept. Since someone wants to help voluntarily? Bazak, why don’t you hand him the broom?" Bazak was stunned for a moment. Then, he thrust the broom into Haoming’s hands. Haoming: "..." with a wooden face. He seemed a bit bewildered? After the favored husband and wife left, Hong Wen Bin couldn’t help but advise, "Sir, why did you..." Why do this on purpose? He could tell, Liu Yi was doing it on purpose, not exactly humiliating, but seemingly unwilling to make it easy for the couple outside. And they were, after all, his lifesavers! Liu Yi tilted her head slightly, as if trying to recall who that was. After a long while, it seemed she remembered. "Ah, the surname is Wen, right? Woer’s favored husband, who seemed to have sought interesting things from me a few years ago." Those "interesting things" were the cause of Woer’s strange illness. Hong Wen Bin resignedly said, "Sir, my surname is Hong, not Wen. My full name is Hong Wen Bin." Liu Yi, with a casual demeanor, said, "Whether it’s Hong or Wen. Since you’re here, don’t just stand around, go out and work." Shared blessings, shared troubles. The petite wife arrived near the riverbed and looked around, finding quite a few cacti indeed. These cacti were prickly; upon a gentle touch, the spines instantly pierced her skin, and droplets of blood emerged from her fingertips. The spikes of these cacti were even sharper than needle points. She circled around the spot, thinking that without tools, this wouldn’t be easy, so she turned around— "Ah!" She suddenly jumped with fright; Haoming was actually following her? The man was holding a broom and sweeping in the sandy area, but it was obvious that he wasn’t focused, and his dark, deep eyes were constantly looking her way. She patted her chest, "Weren’t you sweeping?" "I am sweeping!" So he swished the broom on the ground twice. Dong Huiying couldn’t help but smirk. She dashed over and then pinched his cheeks, pulling them apart, "So cute!" Finally, she patted his head and then went to ask Bazak for tools. Bazak was about to pick up the shovel stacked in the corner when a voice came from inside the house, "Tools? No, dig with your hands!" Bazak: "..." There clearly were shovels. Dong Huiying: "..." Her lips twitched fiercely. She knew, it was intentional, as if deliberately squeezing and tormenting her. But who taught her to be dependent on others? So, her face stiffened for a moment, but soon she raised a sweet smile again.