Seeing that her husband was staring at the other side, Su Caier asked in a low voice: "Husband, you go over and have fun too."

"I'll just take my daughter here."

They took their children and couldn't stay in the mountains for long.

Zhao Ce was about to refuse, but a few playboys there suddenly started to make excuses.

"Young Master Cao, you can't even have this pot throwing, right?"

"No, I heard that your family is local, and it is also considered a wealthy family."

"But you're stingy, so why haven't you even played this kind of money-free game?"

"Hey, look at what you said, isn't it a lot of money to make utensils like utensils?"

"Mr. Cao always wants to eat white porridge and pickles every time he eats. Where can I afford this kind of thing?"

The person who was called Mr. Cao was not affected at all.

He looked indifferent.

"It takes a lot of energy to throw a pot, right?"

"I only drank one bowl of porridge in the past two days, and I really don't have the energy to participate."

Everyone who just laughed at: "..."
Chapter completed!