Luo Qiao ran over with a playful smile: "Brother Chen, from now on, just wait in the car. Don't stand outside."
Lu Yichen reached out and adjusted her collar a little, speaking indulgently: "Why?"
Luo Qiao pouted and playfully pushed him: "I'll tell you once we're in the car."
As Lu Yichen started the car, he reflected for a moment but couldn't figure out if he had done something wrong.
Once the car was on the road, he took a glance at Luo Qiao: "Wife, I didn't do anything wrong, right?"
Luo Qiao burst into laughter: "No, you didn't. It's just that you looked too handsome standing outside—I'm afraid others might get ideas."
When he heard this, Lu Yichen felt secretly pleased but slightly embarrassed. He reached out and scratched his nose: "Even if they do, it's pointless. I'm yours."
Luo Qiao laughed and patted Lu Yichen on the shoulder: "Hmm, I like hearing that."
