'The Witch Race?'
'It's connected to the Witch Race again!'
A grave expression settled on Zhou Fan's face. 'It seems I'm caught in the middle of a conspiracy!'
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"Oh, and while I'm away, if that Wang Tianhao asks you to discuss business again, you're not to go. Got it?" Back at home, Zhou Fan warned Chu Yan.
"Hehe, my husband's getting jealous again!"
"I don't care, you're not allowed to go. Otherwise, when I get back, I'll have to punish you!"
"We have family rules? How come I didn't know? What are they?" Chu Yan giggled, then leaned in and bit down on Zhou Fan's left shoulder, leaving a perfect set of teeth marks.
"Whoa, what are you, a puppy?" Zhou Fan cried out in mock pain, playing along as he gave her a light slap on the behind.
"Husband, you have to be careful. I don't want you coming back covered in injuries again!" After they'd horsed around for a bit, Chu Yan's eyes filled with worry as she gently straightened Zhou Fan's clothes.
