Qiao Xia was particularly sorry, "Then I'll go and touch it."
As soon as she touched it, Mu Liang grabbed her hand.
"This is just a damn piece of marble."
"This is art, you country bumpkin."
Mu Liang, "..."
The country bumpkin Mu Liang was speechless, "I think the dress you're wearing today is very country bumpkin."
All that about being a 24-filial good husband, taking deep breaths to stay calm, fulfilling all of his cute wife's wishes was completely eaten away by Mu Liang.
Qiao Xia's eyes went wide, confused and angry, she stomped her foot hard, almost bursting into tears to express her grievance, and left the art gallery like the wind, feeling like her spirit took a thousand damage points, instantly transforming into Lin Daiyu.
Mu Liang followed her unhurriedly, after all, the wife is his, whether she acts out or is sensible, he has to endure it. Speaking truthfully, honest advice is always hard to hear, yeah, just like that.
Qiao Xia turned around and glared at Mu Liang.
