Watching his old man strut around as if he wanted to wear the years like a coat, Zhan Lingtao helplessly shook his head, paying him no mind.
The little guy also "thump thump thump" went upstairs.
Master Xiao sat alone on the sofa, actually looking rather pleased with himself. In a moment, he wanted to see just how strong his little wife's fighting spirit was; he was perversely eager to watch her thrash a love rival.
Ah Dai by his side could not understand his behavior at all. Who didn't know that Master Xiao was longing for his wife to come home every day? Now that the wife had finally returned, why was he behaving in such a difficult manner?
The once-timid little maid finally couldn't help but speak up, "Master Xiao, if you really drive the Young Madam away again, where will you go to cry?"
Master Xiao's chilly gaze flicked over, "What would a little girl like you understand? Is it your place to question my matters?"
Ah Dai stepped back in fright, not daring to speak again.
