Ye Shaoting called from outside, while Zuo Qing hid in the room laughing.
At noon, Zuo Qing came out of the room, and Ye Shaoting hurriedly followed her: "Qingqing, where are you going?"
"I'm not telling you."
Oh, the young lady is being haughty, Ye Shaoting followed her step by step, seeing her change shoes intending to go out, he smoothly took her hand: "Going out, eh? Let me take you."
Zuo Qing shook off his hand, deliberately ignoring his attempts to please her: "How could you? You're so busy."
"If my wife has an issue, no matter how busy I am, I'll make time for her." Ye Shaoting, knowing Zuo Qing's good temper, intentionally didn't let go of her hand.
Zuo Qing coughed once, feeling embarrassed at being called "wife" by him.
She muttered softly, "Who's your wife?"
"Zuo Qing." Ye Shaoting shook their entwined hands: "It's written on the certificate."
"Our marriage was just an accident." She argued.
