"I have no idea, I don't even know if there's a house there for me." Luo Zhiyong thought for a moment and then intentionally looked at Fang Pingying with a wronged expression, batting his eyelids, "And frankly, I don't really like living in a house all by myself. If the house is too big, I don't feel safe."
Fang Pingying looked at the man who was always serious in front of others but had started acting spoilt in front of her recently, and said grumpily, "Then don't go. You can just move all your stuff directly to your little military dormitory. The space there is not wide, and the house isn't big, but at least you'll feel safe."
"Wife." Luo Zhiyong took Fang Pingying's hand. He planned to have a proper talk with Fang Pingying today and clear things up once and for all. "Actually, can you tell me why... why you've been refusing..."
After some thought, Luo Zhiyong chose a more suitable word, "Uh, why you've been refusing to forgive me?"
