Not just an argument, by the time Chenxing and Shaocheng got there, it was like a battlefield!
Snowballs were flying through the air nonstop.
Gu Shaocheng quickly pulled Chenxing to the side, and Chenxing instinctively shrank her neck, "It really is a battlefield out there…"
"A minor argument every two days, a major one every three—it's been this way for years. Makes you wonder why they got married!" Gu Shaocheng sneered.
Nan Baihao was ducking like a rat, dodging the snowballs Huanhuan was throwing at him, while growling frantically, "Liang Huanhuan, if you keep this up, I'll have to use family discipline!"
Huanhuan made a big snowball, her hand on her hip, "Do it then, if you've got the guts! If not, you're not even a man!"
"You, don't push your luck!" Nan Baihao's face darkened, eyes cold as the weather: "If you treat my words like air, watch out, I'll teach you a lesson!"
