Huai Fu Yueming turned his head and looked at her with an expression reserved for idiots, "Letting the only sister I have marry him and even have his kids, and you're asking me if I'm thrilled? Are you dumb or do you think I am, huh?"
"…" Mi Yao knew this man was not easy to deal with. She stood there, her large, distinct black-and-white eyes constantly shifting as she muttered to herself, "Didn't you ask Jianchen to treat Ruo Ling well last time too? So, why is it wrong when I do it, huh."
"Mi Yao, what are you muttering? Are you talking bad about me?"
"Reporting to my husband, I'm not!" Mi Yao, frightened, straightened up, wishing she could give the man a salute.
Huai Fu Yueming looked at her simple and adorable appearance, then reached out to pinch her cheek with force, his tone overflowing with affection, "From now on, no whispering to Huangfu Jianchen, and keep a distance of three steps from any man!"
"…" Is this his male chauvinism in its advanced stages?
