"Who else could it be? Of course, it's some mischievous little rascal!"
Huang Qingtian said leisurely.
In fact, from the moment Mu Keren didn't enter the bathroom, Huang Qingtian knew it was her who had run in.
In this Mu Family house, the only one who would bounce around like this was the little troublemaker.
After saying this, Huang Qingtian reached out, trying to pull down the soft little paw covering his eyes.
But Mu Keren refused to take it down.
"What mischievous little rascal? You should say that it's your beautiful, smart, and virtuous wife, Huang Qingtian!"
Mu Keren stubbornly kept her hands over his eyes, making it clear that unless Huang Qingtian said what she wanted to hear, she wasn't going to let go.
Helpless, Huang Qingtian could only follow her lead and say, "Yes, yes, you're my pretty little wife!"
As for the adjectives "smart" and "virtuous," Huang Qingtian deliberately ignored them.
Because in his eyes, Mu Keren had none of those traits.
