Looking at her husband who had finally softened, Lingfei Zhao's pretty face was tense, "Did you really not do anything wrong?"
"I didn't!" Zhao Rong was the picture of integrity.
Hm, she meant 'recently'; past offenses didn't count.
Lingfei Zhao's voice was very clear and pleasant, "That's only because you've been outside recently, and Qian'er has been following you. If you still managed to create a big mess even then, how could we continue living this life?"
"Yes, yes, yes, my wife is right," Zhao Rong, who had been the domineering husband just a moment ago, suddenly turned into a chronic complainer.
Lingfei Zhao looked down at the pink bellyband in her hands, "Why is it this color?"
She liked the green and white of the lotus flowers; Brother Rong'er should know this.
"Try something new, pink is... quite nice, and later we can try purple, red, black..." Zhao Rong whispered seductively in her ear.
