After dragging Leng Sichen to the front door, Ou Mingxuan lit a cigarette for him.
Leng Sichen was feeling frustrated, and at this moment, the temptation of smoking and drinking was even stronger than usual. However, in the end, he didn't take the cigarette, "Promised her and Xiaobai not to smoke."
"All right, all right, I'll smoke alone then, Mr. Goody two-shoes! Tell me, after all that fighting and wall-smashing, flower-wrecking ruckus, how did the talk go, huh? Tsk tsk, look at your face, that girl is way too fierce! Lucky for me my wife's not like that..." Ou Mingxuan said with a face that showed he was scared witless.
"You knew, didn't you?" Leng Sichen suddenly shot over a sharp, icy glare without any warning.
