"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia couldn't hold back her laughter. "You guys are really something, reading those books without fear of bursting."
"I'm not afraid," Ye Zi'an looked up, satisfied, and chuckled. "He might not be so sure though."
After all, he had already seen his wife, while the other guy was stuck in some little courtyard, not allowed to show his face. He might as well suffocate with frustration.
"Wife, are you hungry?" After a long embrace, Ye Zi'an pushed her away a bit and asked.
"Now that you mention it, I am a little."
After Yang Chuxia finished freshening up, the maids brought in the meal.
"Hmm, today's porridge tastes a bit different?" Yang Chuxia stared at the bowl, looking at it several times. It had the same ingredients as the usual red bean porridge, but the taste was just not the same.
