Leah Squire saw his handsome and stern face full of displeasure, and worried that the pressure might wrinkle the dress, she quickly laughed charmingly and begged for mercy, saying, "Wooden, I was wrong, my husband is right next to me, let me call Yeats Howard now, hmm?"
Only then did Richard Shaw satisfactorily curl his lips and stop fussing, after all, once they appeared, they would be stared at like an X-ray by everyone's eyes. If the clothes were inappropriate, it would inevitably spark imaginations. He didn't care much, but if Leah was talked about, he would be unhappy.
"Forget it, you're not allowed to call other men," Richard Shaw said in a deep, resonant voice. Leah's married life was comfortable; after giving birth to their daughter, she seemed to grow younger. Her face was as gorgeous as a blossoming peach, causing Richard Shaw to become even more anxious about his wife than before they were married.
