Yan Yuling reached for her husband's work bag and said, "Well, it's not bad. I had a few classes in the morning and I sent a manuscript to my boss in the afternoon. Then I return home to pack our clothes. I just finished packing."
"Husband, what about you?" she asked.
Feng Zhexuan touched his wife's head and said, "It's the same as usual, but it's much better today."
Hearing this, Yan Yuling looked at him and asked, "Did something good happen?"
"Mn, it's thanks to you," he smiled at her.
Yan Yuling looked at her husband doubtfully. She didn't think she had done anything for him to make his day better. So, she asked, "What did I do?"
Feng Zhexuan took his wife's hand, walked into the master bedroom, and said, "Because you agreed to let me accompany you to your father's house."
Hearing this, Yan Yuling frowned and said, "Husband, this is just a trivial matter. As you said, you are my husband, and it is natural for you to accompany me back to my father's house."
