Men just want a certain attitude, as long as you have me in your heart, that's enough.
The exaggerated yet humorous response from Tang Xiaowan warmed Leng Lingxiao's heart. The idea of smashing ornaments to pave a road did sound thrilling and very satisfying.
He, of course, knew she did it on purpose.
He naturally drew his stubborn little wife into his arms with his strong arms, adoringly gazing at her.
"Little silly, forgot? Li Zishen is coming over in a bit, and we still have to play the good hosts."
Tang Xiaowan frowned, "To host him for a meal again?"
"Sly little thing, wasn't it agreed yesterday, a gentleman's word… is as good as his bond. What, backing out now? Alright, alright, behave, hurry up and call the hotel to say, take down the congratulatory gift, otherwise when Li Zishen arrives... it won't look good during the meal, he'll definitely ask."
