"Rest assured, my dear wife, your husband wouldn't deceive you." Zhan Nanjue said, "It's done."
"So fast!?" Gong Shirao looked incredulous.
Zhan Nanjue raised an eyebrow, "Don't believe me?"
Gong Shirao walked over suspiciously and saw a heart pierced by an arrow painted on the canvas, two hearts in total, one with eyes and a mouth, resembling the letter Z.
The other heart had eyes, eyelashes, a mouth, and hair, resembling the letter G.
Although it was simplistic, it was quite cute...
"So this is how you see me in your heart," Gong Shirao said with a smile.
"You are a walking heart value."
"..."
At that moment, someone knocked on the door.
"Young Master, Young Madam's health report is out."
Zhan Nanjue stood up to open the door, then took the report and froze...
"This..." Zhan Nanjue's pupils constricted, unable to discern joy from anger. After a long time, he seemed to regain his voice: "Is this true? Did you take the wrong report!?"
