Yu Siqiao said, "It doesn't matter why you're in a bad mood. What matters is, right now I'm in a bad mood, and I need my wife to cheer me up."
This sentence suddenly reminded Mo Shu of that Creator God, and she furrowed her brows slightly.
Yu Siqiao took in her reaction completely. The frustration that had just dissipated suddenly gathered again, and he asked, "What's wrong?"
Mo Shu pouted, cupping his face with both hands, and said, "Why are you in a bad mood? Is it something at work?"
Yu Siqiao's face was pinched into a wrinkle, and he murmured, "No."
"Then what is it?"
"Because my wife is running around."
Mo Shu blinked and said seriously, "That really is quite serious."
Yu Siqiao also replied seriously, "Yeah, it's so serious that I almost hit my wife."
Mo Shu puffed out her cheeks, "Only a scumbag hits his wife!"
"But with the wife running around, it's the wife forcing me to be a scumbag."
"No way, the wife needs her own freedom."
