Mo Lingwei walked up behind her, his gaze lowered to watch her communicate with the little mouse.
To him, the little mouse was just letting out a series of squeaks, but Shen Ningning seemed to truly understand, asking in surprise, "Really? Are you sure you saw it clearly?"
Then, something magical happened. The mouse actually nodded.
Mo Lingwei raised an eyebrow. 'Sometimes I worry my wife is too capable,' he thought. 'What do I do if I can't compare?'
This, for instance—communicating with animals—was something he could never learn.
But on second thought, he felt a surge of pride. 'Other men's wives might be gentle and considerate, or skilled at laundry and cooking, but my little wife can talk to animals!'
Ah, but she wasn't his wife yet.
Mo Lingwei's expression darkened at the thought.
Having learned the truth, Shen Ningning pulled a piece of malt candy from her sleeve. "Thank you for coming to tell me. This is your reward."
